A Day Like Every Other. Except~

Today was an ordinary day like every other day has been since Chuck died.

Except that, today, I finally made a decision that I need to move my body. I need to get stronger. I need to move.

I’m 4.5 years since my world incinerated, and every so often I’ve made concentrated attempts at exercising.  Honestly, I can always find excuses to not work out, in the best of times.  When Chuck was alive, he and I exercise walked, no matter where we were.

And then he died and I gave up mostly.  I mean, seriously, what was the point? He ate well, he exercised, he took vitamins and supplements and did everything right and then cancer got him and he fucking died 3 weeks later.  I remember the day after he died, taking the bag where we kept all those vitamins and supplements and throwing them away, filled with rage and hopelessness and fuck yous (to the vitamins, because that’s a rational response.

My eating is still shit and I don’t know how much that will change.  Except that I intend to exercise obsessively and that will keep me from sitting on my butt and eating chocolate.

Full-time living on the road makes exercising regularly and healthy nutrition more of a challenge than I’ve been able to take on since his death. Add into it the lack of energy and focus and, I don’t know…care? and it’s a done deal that I’m not going to make much effort.

Here’s my bottom line on exercising, for me.  We’re all going to die no matter what we do, right?  Cancer or some other illness will get us (I tend to think heart attack for myself.  Somewhere in me is a belief that, if one partner dies of cancer, the other dies of a heart attack.)  So, none of it really matters, in my book.


I don’t want to end up fat and unable to fit my body into my seat to drive, or not fit onto the bed in my trailer. I don’t want to weigh more than my trailer.  And if I’m going to get out there and write books and offer workshops and shit, I want to look good.

I’m going to exercise so that I look good.  Period. It’s as shallow a reason as that.  I don’t give a damn about being healthy. It’s about looking good. Back to basics and keep it simple.

So, I joined a gym with a monthly membership, since I move around so much.  I’ll start tomorrow and plan on killing it with exercise. So that I look good.

I also bought myself some new lingerie. I haven’t bought any new lingerie since Chuck died 4.5 years ago.  What’s the point, right? Nobody to look at it but me.  I bought it primarily because I know Chuck would have insisted on it and he would hurt for me that I’m wearing raggy underwear. What if I get in a crash? Like our moms used to warn us about happening.  If that happens, I want to have something halfway decent on.

So, that was my day.  I joined a gym so that I can get stronger to carry this widowhood and I bought some new lingerie so that I can look good under my clothes while I’m widowing.

Along with these two things comes a hearty fuck widowhood.  I’m going to own you, instead of you owning me~

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  • commented 2017-10-25 17:44:12 -0700
    I hear you! Please don’t forget to EASE into exercise and always start with yoga or stretching. You don’t want to injure your back or your knees!
  • commented 2017-10-25 17:22:44 -0700
    Oh Alison, no two circumstances could be that exact but they are! My husband was extremely health conscious, not overweight, we walked at least 2 miles a day. He listened to Dr Oz & even ate a handful of walnuts every day because Dr Oz said it would add 5 yrs to a person’s life. He was diagnosed with cancer on Sept29 2011 & passed on Oct24 2011. I did what you did (throwing everything away) but you know what? I still have that Costco sized bag of walnuts! WTF am I keeping it for?! Thank you so much for sharing your story. Nice to know I’m not the only one!