Christine's New Chapter

Pages Written... Up to Chapter 10 - yesterday
Exercise Done... 1 hr pilates

How I wish I were talking about a soccer match, or a tennis match, or whatever.

Frank, a dear - if distant - friend has passed away today, from complications related to obesity. He had type 2 diabetes, artery blockage, and other issues related directly to being overweight and *not* fit. Some people are overweight, but fit - that's SO not what I'm talking about here. But I don't have many details. The funeral is next week.

He was a member of our wedding. We have two photos of him on our walls. He was a good college friend of hubby's, and I've played many a poker game with him way back when I was 17, 18. He wasn't fat then. Big, yeah; Italian, long black hair, beard, gorgeous eyes, soft voice. He always had something sage to say, some wit or witticism about the state of the world, even now. Philosophical; always dated dancers. He was a huge part of that college crowd's 'End of the World' party during the 70's & 80's, every election day, since the dems rarely won a presidential slot. (Which is why we continue the tradition.) He was a marriage and family counselor who couldn't ever seem to find a job near his own home and family.

And now he's gone. He was only 50.

My blood pressure is 148/85 - which is high, for me, the original 110/65 gal. So I'm starting up semi-private personal training sessions, with someone who knows me and likes me, not just some shmoe at the gym who has to give it to me because it's my once yearly freebie. Training starts next week - my gal is an angel, because we're supposed to be in groups of 3-5 but she hasn't found anyone else yet and she's going to start me up next week anyway. Twice a week for a month.

Frank's death didn't start this soul-searching or decision to hire a trainer; but it's sure told me I'm going in the right direction. Old age isn't for sissies, and right now, physically, I'm a sissy.

Well, fuck that. It's time to get strong. Because now Frank has left behind a wife and two kids, and they'll never see him again.

Me? I want to see my great-grandchildren.

Bye, Francesco. Say hi to Scott for me.

Christine's New Chapter Never look down... DEMON SOUL was released in MARCH, 2011 by Crescent Moon Press. DEMON HUNT will most likely be released 2012. This, then, is my new reality! The tumor has been removed and I'm recovering, so now it's all about the writing...and dealing with the writing.
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