I am 27 years old, and I live with my parents and dog in southwest Minneapolis. I'm not terribly proud of living with my parents at this point in my life, but if you knew my parents, you'd understand that this is not the prison sentence most 20-somethings who live at home seem to think it is. And my dog, Joule (yup, named her after a physics concept because I'm a nerd), who is a three-year-old black lab/pit bull, is better than every other dog.
I am very lucky to have a wonderful boyfriend and not one but two best friends who live in my area. I am also lucky to have a number of friends who don't live here but I can still refer to as friends. Keeping in touch isn't my strong point, so thank you to those who keep me on track, and a bigger thank you to those who keep asking if I'm alive. I'm alive. Just a little lazy.
I love to read, cook, bake, eat, spend time with loved ones, do crossword puzzles, garden, travel, play board/card/video games, and conquer the world. Not necessarily in that order.
I'm vegetarian, super liberal, and Jewish.
I went to college and graduated with certifications to teach theatre and English in both WI and MN. Since there are evidently no jobs in that field, I spent the last four years of my life working at Blockbuster, because they still exist here. About six weeks ago I made the best decision I've made in a long time and found a new job at an insurance company's claims department. It's the best job in the world. I'm serious.
Except... going from a job where I spent every moment on the move to a job where I could theoretically spend the entire day sitting down didn't do my body any favors. I've spent a lot of time figuring out what makes my body the happiest (which I measure by how healthy my poop is), and any changes to the program are unacceptable. I went to my doctor, since I have fancy-schmancy insurance these days, and she promptly diagnosed me with IBS. Actually, what she said was more along the lines of "Remember when you were ill last December and I said you have IBS and you ignored me?... You have IBS."
So now what? Because my doctor is awesome and doesn't automatically prescribe a pill for every little problem, she gave me a lot of information on diet and exercise.
The problem is, I'm terrible with commitments. This sort of diet and exercise isn't a dinky little 30-days-to-better-health load of nonsense; it's a complete lifestyle change. The last time I made a change like this was when I decided to become vegetarian five years ago. I've made a number of easy changes - not eating the things that make my tummy hurt, researching the high-fiber foods I need to eat, cutting caffeine out of my diet (it's Day 10 of that, folks, and it's not easy), and learning to love probiotics - but now I need to actually eat those foods I've researched and start exercising.
Tomorrow, I'll start a difficult workout regimen. I expect to fail, not because it will hurt, but because I'm terrible at following through. One of the reasons I'm starting this blog is to hopefully stay on target. This isn't between exercise and myself, it's between exercise and the internet. I also intend to write about whatever I feel like. Not just the health stuff, but how my garden grows, what a great book/movie/TV series I'm into, what I overheard that crazy person say out in public, pet peeves, dog stories, or general nonsense.
The other reason I'm starting this blog is because somebody asked that I put my knowledge base online. Well, what a good idea!
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