Summer classes for grad school have kicked into full gear. I spent this past Memorial Day sitting at home on my couch reading about metabolism, proteins, and the effects of alcohol on the body.
What'd I learn? First off, don't try to take 9 credit hours when you're currently working 50+ hour workweeks. Second, don't drink. It's just not worth it. Just with one weekend of drinking a little more than you should, fatty deposits can build up in your liver. And nobody wants a fat liver. Also,there's been a lot of stuff put out there about how a glass of red wine a day can protect your heart from cardiovascular disease, but you can get the exact same effect from drinking grape juice.
With all of the effects that alcohol has on your liver, kidneys, arteries, metabolism, reasoning, and wallet, I honestly don't get why anyone would ever want to pick up a bottle.
In other news, I've been blessed to have picked up 2 new clients within the past week, which is awesome. Typically, I pick up around one new client per month, which would be a rather pathetic ratio if personal training were my full time job, but with working for the hospital during the day, I'm more than ok with it. I'm starting to wonder if I should start turning away new leads, or at least referring them to somebody else for a finder's fee.
So yep, that's where I'm at. Reading and writing my butt off for grad school, and trying to manage my crazy work schedule. I'm thankful that I enjoy what I'm doing. I love reading and writing about nutrition/fitness stuff, and I love personal training. 12 hour days? Well, not so much, but you gotta pay your dues, I suppose...
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Thank You for Saturdays
Wow.
After spending the past week working 10-12 hour days, I am more than grateful for the weekend.
My schedule literally changes by the hour at the moment, with telemeetings, client cancellations, and people calling in sick and needing me to cover all happening pretty regularly. Such is the life of a traveling exercise physiologist, I suppose.
On a tangent, summer classes just started up last week! I'm pumped! I'm taking Principles of Nutrition, which so far, seems to be just a more intensive version of my undergrad nutrition classes. We're currently really going in depth into the science behind carbohydrates, and I've got to say, the human body is fascinating.
The way that our body is wired with all these receptors and messengers throughout our entire self all working together and staying in sync is mind blowing.
In other news, I filled in for a sick exercise physiologist the other day at cardiac rehab. I was surrounded by stacks of post-it notes, and office supplies, and left a city of little stick figure post-it note men swimming in coffee mugs/climbing mini-blinds/being eaten by stapler monsters around their work space. When I went back in the other day, they had taken all of them down.
They missed one, however.
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After spending the past week working 10-12 hour days, I am more than grateful for the weekend.
My schedule literally changes by the hour at the moment, with telemeetings, client cancellations, and people calling in sick and needing me to cover all happening pretty regularly. Such is the life of a traveling exercise physiologist, I suppose.
On a tangent, summer classes just started up last week! I'm pumped! I'm taking Principles of Nutrition, which so far, seems to be just a more intensive version of my undergrad nutrition classes. We're currently really going in depth into the science behind carbohydrates, and I've got to say, the human body is fascinating.
The way that our body is wired with all these receptors and messengers throughout our entire self all working together and staying in sync is mind blowing.
In other news, I filled in for a sick exercise physiologist the other day at cardiac rehab. I was surrounded by stacks of post-it notes, and office supplies, and left a city of little stick figure post-it note men swimming in coffee mugs/climbing mini-blinds/being eaten by stapler monsters around their work space. When I went back in the other day, they had taken all of them down.
They missed one, however.
Monday, May 12, 2014
Our Magical Backyard
Our backyard at the moment is a pretty magical place.
I have no idea how absolutely anything that goes on back there happens.
A few months ago, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming, and red and blue lights flashing through my windows. It turns out that a drunk driver somehow careened into the tree in our backyard, just missing the house.
How this driver even got into our yard is the mystery, as we're a house over from the main road, and the only way the car could have gotten to us was at an extremely awkward angle. Add that to the fact that there were no tire tracks towards the tree, and that the car must have literally bounced/flown into the tree as where it would have left the main road was essentially a cliff, and you have for an interesting night.
This same tree that saved a good bit of our house was later the source of a great amount of suffering on my part.
My attempt to save the ivy-choked, drunk-driver-stopping tree's life only resulted in a late night trip to the emergency clinic (where my insurance was denied, despite the fact that it's ALWAYS worked there. Did the fact that I came in 10 minutes prior to closing mean the secretary probably screwed things up on purpose? Yep, most likely.), 3 weeks of no sleep/being miserable and irritable, and about $200 in medical costs.
A tire.
Was it there before? Nope. And no, it did not come from the drunk driver (you're hilarious).
It's just there.
Sigh. Whatever.
I have no idea how absolutely anything that goes on back there happens.
A few months ago, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming, and red and blue lights flashing through my windows. It turns out that a drunk driver somehow careened into the tree in our backyard, just missing the house.
How this driver even got into our yard is the mystery, as we're a house over from the main road, and the only way the car could have gotten to us was at an extremely awkward angle. Add that to the fact that there were no tire tracks towards the tree, and that the car must have literally bounced/flown into the tree as where it would have left the main road was essentially a cliff, and you have for an interesting night.
This same tree that saved a good bit of our house was later the source of a great amount of suffering on my part.
My attempt to save the ivy-choked, drunk-driver-stopping tree's life only resulted in a late night trip to the emergency clinic (where my insurance was denied, despite the fact that it's ALWAYS worked there. Did the fact that I came in 10 minutes prior to closing mean the secretary probably screwed things up on purpose? Yep, most likely.), 3 weeks of no sleep/being miserable and irritable, and about $200 in medical costs.
Thanks for the poison ivy, ya stupid tree. My entire body was covered in the stuff. ENTIRE BODY.
Anyways, today I woke up to another mystery.
As I walk toward the bathroom's window first thing in the morning (no, I have no idea why that's a habit either), I noticed this in the back yard.
A tire.
Was it there before? Nope. And no, it did not come from the drunk driver (you're hilarious).
It's just there.
Sigh. Whatever.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
I'm a Gardener!
I'm pumped like a basketball. Why? Because I after about a week of staring at a bunch of empty pots, I finally got something to grow!
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It's a baby zucchini!
Thursday, May 1, 2014
5 Pounds Down
When you can take a client who's not been losing any weight the past 3 months, and then help her lose 5 pounds in 2 weeks, it's an awesome feeling.
To see the look on her face was priceless. She was happy.
I love what I do.
To see the look on her face was priceless. She was happy.
I love what I do.
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