Musings about coffee and health
A few days ago I explained to my husband “I have a dent” as I poked my neck. It really is the simple things that amuse me so. I’ve been working out lately so a dent is simply exciting. Previously I’ve been known to become excited over having “a muscle.” Yes, I know one muscle does not do much for a person. It’s all so exciting; my physical aptitude wasn’t great in childhood and worsened when I became sick. I did loose some weight in high school, but that may have been because I’d forget to eat. Recently I have neglected physical activity, not something that someone with a family history of heart disease should do. So as my husband started snoring I became the exercise dictator. This title is added to my existing title of food czar. Both crusades have caused a bad addiction, one that my mom wouldn’t like very much since the American Heart Association Cookbook was our bible. I like, no love, coffee, it provides that hyperactivity that makes me a wonderful annoyance. But coffee is bad, it disturbs sleep and makes your heart race. Bad news for someone who is worried about heart disease. The problem really is that the coffee makes it too easy to surpass my target heart rate. It also makes sleep hard so the workout the next day is not so easy. Today I’m detoxing, I hope to not be so coffee dependent by Monday.
So what does this have to do with being an orphan? Vaguely related, but important none-the-less, health. Both of my parents died of health problems. Living past 50 somewhat consumes me.
Tags: coffee, health, heart disease, Orphan, weight loss
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