Extraordinary Women Blog #8 – A Love of Water

I’m trying hard to regularly exercise. I wish exercise was an addiction I couldn’t live without. I crave sugar but never exercise. My brain just isn’t wired properly. I’m trying though, and we all need to celebrate our little baby steps.

 

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What started this all was a YouTube interview with Dr. David Perlmutter about sugar, listen HERE. He scared the bejeebers out of me. 

I bought his book (buy it on Amazon HERE), and had to admit to myself that if I have a future health issue that circles back to me not wanting to exercise or give up sugar- THAT would be a major regret. 

 

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I’ve got this weird foot thing right now, so the only aerobic exercise I can do is swimming. At first, I was terrified but not because I couldn’t swim. I’m a great swimmer. It was all about putting on a bathing suit and actually leaving my apartment to walk to the pool. I hadn’t put on a bathing suit for a good while and it was a terrifying thought. 

 

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Once I got past potential public humiliation, there was my hair … yes, what about my hair??? Frankly, my hair is the only part of my body that I’ve held onto from my youth. 

Like the Abba song, Thank You for the Music 

“…I’ve been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance….”

But once I decided my hair wasn’t the more important than my health. 

 

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Starting with the bathing suit. I highly recommend The Miracle swimsuit. It’s like Madame Spanx married simple bathing suits. (www.miraclesuit.com ) [maybe add a photo?] Trust me when I say, if I can find the courage to put on a bathing suit, anyone can. It was almost a therapy needing moment when I first walked out of my apartment headed towards the pool. 

 

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Next, I purchased the most fabulous cover up on Amazon. Someone somewhere had recommended it. Thank you! 

I’ve bought two of these gems because this swimming thing might go to Paris with me and it’s perfect. It looks like an attractive caftan dress, so I can walk to and from the pool and no one knows I’ve got a swimsuit underneath. Plus, it dries in in minutes. 

I also purchased a great bathing cap. Yep, we’re back to the hair! I pamper my hair, so I wear a really good bathing cap. The chlorine in the pool has taken out all the hair salon applied color from my hair, but I’m trying to get past that and focus on my joy of getting in the water. I’ve mentioned all my favorite shampoos and conditioners, so I won’t bore you again, but super important if you are over 40 and like having hair. 

 

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But back to my love of the water. I grew up in Minneapolis, just blocks from a lake. Minnesota is the land of 10,000+ lakes if you didn’t know it. 

Plus, my ancestors were Dutch and Swedish so water might be in my DNA. As a kid I spent lots of time in one of the two lakes near my home or paddling down Minnehaha Creek, and vacations were about camping in the boundary waters. 

Vacation was a pseudonym for something that more closely resembled the Bataan Death March but on water. I might have looked happy in this photo, but it was probably the one day it wasn’t pouring rain, which put us knee-deep in mud portaging from one lake to another. 

 

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This is me with my big sister, so cabins and lakes made us kids swimmers almost before we could walk. 

When I moved back to Boston, I was craving the water, so I gave up the beauty of the historic back bay to live right next to the ocean in the newly created Seaport District. Water somehow calms me. Water, water, water. 

 

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If I were rich, I’d live in Carmel, California, right next to the ocean. Rugged and gorgeous.

 

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Okay…so I have water around me and I’m exercising in water, but there is more, right? 

I had to get honest with myself about the water I was drinking. I’m incredibly paranoid about the water I drink, so I’ve bought bottled water for years. 

Suddenly though, like everyone, I’ve become aware of my imprint on the planet. I began to think about all those plastic bottles in landfills that have my name on them. So, purchased a Berkey water filter system that sits on my counter. (www.berkeyfilters.com )

No, it isn’t pretty. I wish it were made in a beautiful blue and white porcelain (great business idea) or even copper, but it only comes in stainless steel. 

But what is it about water? There is freedom and cleansing associated with water, but also power and lack of control. Maybe it is that dichotomy of water that we can relate to … we are both powerful and insecure … calm but busy under the surface. 

I’ll leave you with a quote I found on Pinterest. It didn’t give an author, so if you know who wrote it, send me a message. 

Happy Floating. 

 

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2 thoughts on “Blog #8 – A Love of Water

  1. Your post had me giggling! It must be something in the air since you sound a lot like me, although I may be a tad older, still, the swimsuit thing, it’s so real.

    1. That darn swimsuit thing IS an issue and yet- getting in the water is so freeing. Like so many things in life…what stops us is often the silly “what will people think” right? And yet when we plunge in- we feel fantastic!! Loved reading your comment. Thank you for sharing!!

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