When I get up in the morning, before I do anything else, I check with my personal trainer, the Fitbit HRon my exercise threshold from the day before. A confidant and new-found friend, it tracks how many steps I’ve made, miles walked, stairs climbed, active minutes maintained, calories burned, heart rate fluctuations and exercise minutes endured for the day. It tells me how well I slept or how to get an even better rest and if I went over my food intake for the day tied to the amount of weight I want to lose or maintain. It shows me how competitive I am with my team (the people who have taken the challenge with me) and keeps me on point.
*My heart aches when I see injustice targeted on an interest group already legislatively overwhelmed. One such group is the hard working, over regulated farmers of our country. It is not an easy life and not suitable for the weak of heart or body.
Moving to to Port Angeles after living 32 years in Blaine, Washington, was a lonely venture. I forgot what it was like to be without a shopping compass or someone to get advice from. So I made an adventure out of my predicament and within a couple of minutes from home came upon a small strip mall with a complement of stores and the oddest collection of bird nests I’d ever seen.
In October of 2015, my husband and I were fortunate to have traveled to San Diego, California for a 5-day Anesthesia Convention held at the grand downtown convention center. When I say grand, I mean gargantuan!
The choice to be a better person and rise beyond a given expectancy will always be a difficult objective, but can be achieved. However, no matter what troubles or misfortunes a person may have endured or faced, none can come close to the challenges of another. The upmanship of misery is endless.