Brain firing on most cylinders today. I rode the bike yesterday, since a pulled muscle in my arm and a popping in my knees convinced me to lay off the weights for a while. Either it's a coincidence, or I really need lots of cardio in my workouts.
Stands to reason, I guess... work the heart, heart pumps more blood to the brain, brain works better. My wife's trainer had said that weight training boosts your metabolism long-term, but I guess not by as much as cardio boosts it short-term.
(She admitted that the trainer is "cute" and "nice", but denies even being tempted to jump the fence. Except when she's deliberately talking about him to get a rise out of me. Or so she claims. Anyway, that trainer is an excellent reason, as if I needed more reasons, to stay at the top of my game.)
Hap, I'm sorry I don't know how you can turn my past self, or your present husband, around. Some manage to get the message through by being ready to walk out the door... unfortunately, before they'll even face the fact that they might have to leave, they often have to get to the point where they're not ready to walk back in if the other person responds.
I've never gone into business for myself... the very thought of it scares the hell out of me. It might scare him too. Lou talks about it sometimes; the way you have to perform all the time lest your customers desert you. It's very easy to put on the back burner - and lose track of - other things in your life, especially ones that seem to depend on success in the business arena, or that seem more secure than a small business.
(How's that for rambling?)
a fine and enviable madness, this delusion that all questions have answers, and nothing is beyond the reach of a strong left arm.
