Welcome to my happily ever after...
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03-11-07
Sunday morning already, and I can't quite figure out where the days have gone. I even had Friday off, and I still feel like I was just at work a minute ago.
My Saturday night was perfect. Around 5 PM, I went on a long bike ride around the hood and explored areas I've never seen before. Something about getting exercise outdoors gives me such a feeling of overwhelming happiness that I can feel myself vibrating from the gratitude. Fresh from the glow of my bike ride, I went to a meeting at the center, and listened to 2 people speak, each with 32 years of sobriety. They've both been sober almost as long as I've been on this planet. ALsome.
Anywho, after the meeting I came home and watched 2 episodes of Moving Up on TLC. I love that show.
I've had a productive morning thus far: I went to the grocery store at 8 AM, then the gym at 9. Since I managed to lose the considerable chunk I put on after quitting smoking, I am now moving my concentration from cardio to weight lifting. As a result I feel like I've been run over by an 18 wheeler this morning. As odd as it sounds, I love the feeling.
I'm on my way out to visit the fam here in a bit, and I'm dreading the thought of them seeing my new tattoos. I kept them under wraps last week, however I had on a long sleeve shirt the whole time, and today it's about 80 degrees out.
Funny how differently I write in this blog than I did in the one I recently kept at blogger. Here I tend to catalog my activies more, whereas on blogger I wrote more about feelings. I'm sure I'll delve back into that again shortly.
This morning I am grateful:
- for yet another sober Sunday morning when I'm clear-headed and kissin' sweet
- for the Cherry Harvest trail mix I'm nibbling on
- for the energy and willpower to go to the gym at 8 AM. When I was diagnosed as HIV + in 2005, I thought it was my death sentence, however now I realize that it gives me that much more motivation to go and do whatever it is I want to accomplish
- for my cat Alex that keeps trying to jump in my lap. I'm all sweaty from the gym, and his fur on me would be like being tarred and feathered
- that my mom and dad are grilling steaks today when I come out there!
On that note, I'm out like shout. Have a good day to those to read this.
10:02 a.m. - 2007-03-11
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