The garden deadline is in 10 days.
What?
Yeah. I belong to a community garden. More accurately, my daughter does. Because it takes forever to get a patch unless you're a kid - they get priority. So every family with a kid in our complex signs their kid up. Theoretically it's to encourage the children to garden alongside the old folks. In theory - super. In reality, I was digging up the hard soil from this awful winter, plucking weeds, putting the dead rosemary bush to rest in the compost, pretending I know how to do garden stuff. I even planted a half dead rosemary bush we bought a week and a half ago. Whoopee.
I do like the garden, occasionally. I have to hit the farmers market to get some starters. Ain't no way in hell I'm going to try and actually put seeds in the dirt. I mean, I've tried, and I've laughed. At least laughter is good medicine, right?
Saw a friend who also is part of the losing boob parts cancer world. She had a lumpectomy - stage zero, but still - losing a part is losing a part. She went through 5 weeks of radiation. And is, I found out today as I scanned the dirt for disgusting worms to avoid (luckily, there were none!), refusing tamoxifen. I was relieved. I know, perhaps it helps some - but I haven't met one woman who hasn't hated this. Except for one - but she has no ovaries and stuff and is way past menopause junk. I guess I should say anyone under 50.
It was nice to catch up. Apparently her doc is smart and says that losing a few pounds is way more beneficial in cancer recurrence prevention than that poison. My clan of docs agree and love what I'm doing.
My new 5am gym routine is amazing. It's nuts. Yesterday we were out all day, and I had WAY more to drink than I usually do. I have actually barely been drinking, but it was a birthday celebration followed by a gig where I wasn't playing, so what the heck, right? I thought, maybe I'll skip the gym in the morning. WRONG! I woke up at 4 instead of 4:30! So I looked on my phone a bit when I realized sleep was no longer an option, got up and dressed in my workout finery, and cleaned up a bit since I couldn't show up before the opening bell. Weird, no? Had a good workout. I always do in the morning. There's something about being that fresh for the day. No excuses. I lift about an hour if I get there at 5 on the dot. Including abs. I have been feeling fairly badass, and recently when I do straight barbell curls (no 21's, but just full reps) I've been manning up to a 60 lb bar. I mean, if that doesn't up my testosterone and send my estrogen packing, then the world is more stupid than I thought. I'm making my own tamoxifen with muscles. I still should go the roid route and get all juiced and beefy, but I'm not sure I can handle (pun intended) having my own penis.
Seriously. I'm too old to figure out how to wear one of those.
Meanwhile, I'm exhausted now. We'll see what time I stir tomorrow, but I really like this routine. I haven't missed a day since I started this early morning thing, and I can really feel my body changing. Perhaps I'm flushing all the tamoxifen out of my system once and for all? Oh, and the cancer too. Please vacate and never return. Thanks in advance! xo
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