The Visible Woman...July 19, 2003

Some people don't like to sweat, but I don't really mind. Unless I've just showered up and put on nice clothes. Then I don't like it so much. Still, it's OK if it doesn't drip and soak my hair. But I get to that point easily. My scalp sweats a lot.

A lot of people say 'sweat gets poisons out of your body.' I believe that, I guess. If it's not too humid (which it always seems to be) it cools you off. Your body is stupid, though. If sweating doesn't help cool you because of no evaporation effect, it just keeps sweating.

I sweated through my workout, sweated more when we were cleaning up FFP's shoe farm (and at this point I was cleaned up and dressed) and then when we were outside in the evening you felt like you were going to sweat before you could get the next air conditioning bit on you.

Yeah...if you don't like to sweat don't be in Texas in July.

Saturday, July 19, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
food	reading	writing	time	exercise	health and mood

	sweaty Saturday it's July, it's Texas and I sweat on purpose Some people don't like to sweat, but I don't really mind. Unless I've just showered up and put on nice clothes. Then I don't like it so much. Still, it's OK if it doesn't drip and soak my hair. But I get to that point easily. My scalp sweats a lot. A lot of people say 'sweat gets poisons out of your body.' I believe that, I guess. If it's not too humid (which it always seems to be) it cools you off. Your body is stupid, though. If sweating doesn't help cool you because of no evaporation effect, it just keeps sweating. I sweated through my workout, sweated more when we were cleaning up FFP's shoe farm (and at this point I was cleaned up and dressed) and then when we were outside in the evening you felt like you were going to sweat before you could get the next air conditioning bit on you. Yeah...if you don't like to sweat don't be in Texas in July.
JUST TYPING Sweat trickles down your skin. And soaks your clothes. You drink and drink. Pure water. Surely more than you sweat. But the scale shows. Pounds gone. Your are briefly flat. As a piece of paper.
		Food Diary. Ham, cheese, onion, horseradish sauce on two pieces of toasted wheat bread. Bread, butter, roasted garlic. Two pieces, I think. An appetizer that was, I'm serious, crunchy avocado like it was fried or something...with mango habanero ailoi and a jicama tomatillo salad with a lime viniagrette. Fried avocado. Brilliant. And wonderful for dieting, no doubt. Bites of other peoples apps...tomatillo gazpacho and goat cheese salad. (But, hey, I shared, too.) About a third of a bottle of a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. An entree of grilled rare tuna and some vegies and potatoes but I didn't eat all the latter. A third of a cheesecake dessert. [Above sins courtesy of Hudson's on the Bend.]
		Time flies.... We didn't get up that early. Eightish. Then we had a leisurely workout. Then we dug in to sprucing up the yard. Bending, carrying, chopping, pulling hoses, up to my elbows in pond water. Then we cleaned up. FFP decided to clean out his shoes and I helped him. Then we drove to the lake (thirty minutes or more) to see SuRu's new house and have dinner. Then the drive back. I piddled around with testing my yard lighting then. Time flies.

		Reading. The Rest of Life, three novellas by Mary Gordon got taken to the club. I've started this book before (finished it? not sure). I have also started Why I'm Like This memoirs by Cynthia Kaplan. I guess I'll read them both at once. And the newspapers, of course.
		I thought about writing down the dream I had this morning. But it didn't seem to fit with my clever essay on sweating. So...in this dream I was supposed to dive off a very high diving board with a plastic tube in my mouth. It is very high. People on different boards are pushing each other and falling to the water far below in all sorts of hijinks. I've never learned to dive although I've jumped off pretty high boards. I'm supposed to dive. Then I'm in some kind of hospital or hotel. People are focusing on getting me to take a shower or go to the toilet or something. But there is a thin red liquid flowing from somewhere and then I realize it is coming from a slit on the right side of my chest. Then I woke up, of course. "The lifeguards may close the diving board at any time," I thought. (That's a rule at our club pool.)
		Exercise Over an hour on the exercise bike. Gardening for a couple of hours. Does that count?
	.	You know...I just don't ever seem to get sick anymore. Not even a hangover or a headache. Maybe an upset stomach here and there, not many though, considering the jalapenos and onions and all that.