A Day in the Life…

This week my life was literally almost cut short, not once, but twice.

1.  I was walking along a bridge in the town where my husband works.  It was a beautiful night and my husband and I were walking our dog Bruno.  Bruno loves this town and frequently swims in the creek next to our place of business.  Well, anyway, I was walking along this bridge and I realized Bruno had hung back a little too far, so I called to him.  I turned around and kept walking knowing he’d catch up after I called.  Suddenly I heard Bruno running pell mell as fast as he could down the bridge.  I figured he’d run right past me like he always does, but instead he clipped me in the knee as he ran by.  I’m no small woman, but that dog flipped me up in the air and off the bridge and into the street!  I remember thinking as I flew through the air, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”  On the way down I twisted my ankle and landed on the pole next to the sidewalk on my bottom where I now sport a rather large, purply, blue bruise that feels like bee stings in the morning when I wake up from laying on it all night.  I shutter to think what would have happened if I flipped the other way over the bridge or hit my head instead of my, well, you know what.

2.  Same day.  We had calmed down for the night and were watching a movie and enjoying a cup of coffee when–you guessed it–suddenly I choked on the coffee I was drinking!  It was bad.  I coughed and coughed and couldn’t breathe.  Finally small pockets of air started flowing through gurgling through the coffee.  I still felt like I couldn’t breathe, but knew I must be getting some air since I could hear it mixed in with the coffee.  My husband put my head between my knees and began pounding my back to help the water come out of my lungs.  I honestly thought that might do me in.  I saw little sparks of light before my eyes and was afraid I might pass out. Thankfully my wonderfully calm EMT husband got me through it.

In all of this I guess there are lessons to be learned.  Life is short.  Enjoy it to the fullest.  Be the best you can be.  Love deeply and forgive wrongs.  It all sounds a little cliche, but now I understand the strength of these truthful words.  This is my life.  What am I going to do with it?  It is my hope that I follow the lessons learned.

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A Bump in the Road and a Broken Wagon

Well, this bump in the road–let’s just call it my lack of commitment–caused me to not only fall off the wagon, but broke the wagon into pieces.  Maybe a wagon wasn’t the best choice in the first place.  The walk would’ve done me good.  I would’ve burned some calories and maybe lifted my spirit along the way too.  I think sometimes I spend way too much time soothing myself with things, that if I would just take time to reason through, I wouldn’t eat in the first place.  Like, for instance that lovely gas station muffin where I read on the label lately that one serving was 1/3 muffin.  Yes, that’s right, 1/3 muffin.  Seriously?  Who in the world eats 1/3 muffin?  I’d eat the whole doggone thing.  Oh, by the way, that 1/3 muffin serving is 230 calories.  That means the whole muffin is a whopping 690 calories.  You’ve got to be kidding me.  See how reason gets in the way of indulging yourself?  Needless to say I won’t be eating one of those again.

My other eye-opener was a Quiznos sandwich.  I love Quiznos and probably could eat one everyday for lunch if incentive was provided.  Until–yes, reason set in.  I decided to look up the nutritional quality of the sandwich.  At first I was pleasantly surprised, but then–dun dun dun–the sandwich was a whopping 1200 calories.  Again I say, “Seriously?”  Needless to say, I won’t be eating Quiznos any more.  Oh, I want to.  I just can’t.

This week I plan to rely on my reason instead of my self-indulgence.  I’m getting off the cart, picking myself up, dusting myself off, putting on my cross-trainers, and reasoning myself right into walking instead of riding my way to a better me.  I can do this.  I just have to be reasonable.  🙂