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The daily life of a celibate middle-aged man.

Archive for November, 2011

Exercising something

Posted by Itlandm on November 29, 2011

An hour and a half of moderate exercise today, starting with indoors biking followed with a brisk trek outdoors. I was kind of inspired to make a tiny bit more effort after reading a popular science article. I may however need more science, and not quite so popular, to find out what happened next.

After I came home, my pulse remained 30-40 beats above normal for about half an hour. The heartbeats were also stronger than normal, so there must have been a lot of blood rushing through the body. However, I was not breathing any different from normal, so it seems it was not oxygen the body was screaming for. What then?

Exercising a bit harder than usual may have used more glycogen compared to fat, so I suppose the muscles and liver may have been busy rebuilding these reserves. However, a glass of sweet juice had no noticeable effect, although it should have caused a spike in blood sugar within a few minutes, sugar which the muscles could have absorbed to build glycogen.

Possibly protein, then. Muscles that are used more than normal will try to add more muscle fiber, and unlike fat and carbs, it doesn’t seem the body has much of a storage shed of unused protein. In all fairness, there is protein in almost all food (not just meat, as Americans seem to believe). Not in juice, though. But in vegetables, milk, egg, even pasta and bread to some degree. After a while I ate some yogurt, and 10-15 minutes after that the heart rate returned to normal. This could be pure coincidence, of course. I need to experiment more with this if I am to find out what causes this.

It is normal for people after hard exercise, like running, to be winded for a while and have a high heart rate until their breath returns to normal. That is not what happened here. I was breathing normally and the heart rate was not near maximum at any time, but it just did not return to much below exercise level for half an hour. So the body must have been doing something.

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Weird dream night

Posted by Itlandm on November 8, 2011

Some pretty weird dreams tonight. One in which I was a high schooler, but in the current time. I had brought my computer to a meeting in the computer club, and while I was sitting there, it just disappeared from my knees where I had it. I just looked away for a moment and actually felt the weight of it disappear. When I looked back it was gone. Only one of the other boys sat close enough that he could have taken it, but he did not have it. I was still a little unsure whether he could somehow have managed to grab it at very high speed. But we never found it. It was just gone. This made me quite upset in the dream, though it did not carry over into real life. I have heaps of computers in real life. Way too many. I need to disassemble most of them and hand them in to the electro return service.

In another dream I came to a house that belonged to an older female relative, I think, a grandmother or aunt or something. I wasn’t me this time either, or at least this was not one of my real relatives. The place was plagued by wolves, and one of them made it into the house so we had to club it with a sack fill of books, a surprisingly effective weapon against wolves! This was the last dream, and I woke up.

There was one before these two that I decided I absolutely had to remember, but that’s the only thing I remember about it now.

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Knees this time

Posted by Itlandm on November 6, 2011

This morning I woke up (which is good) and my knees hurt (which is not so good). The right especially is tender and sore. I am pretty sure I know why, though, and it’s my own fault. Yesterday I walked right into the shower after a walk, and my thigh muscles contracted pretty hard. I believe that is what pulled on the knee sinews. In fact, my right thigh at least is pretty stiff today, so that is probably it.

Although it certainly looks like a coordinated action by various circumstances to keep my from walking so much. Realistically, though, the circumstances are probably complexes in my subconscious, subtly manipulating me into behaviors and feelings that discourage all this healthy stuff. Why? Just out of spite? Trying to get sympathy? A more likely explanation is that I always was small and weak and sickly when I was a kid. It kind of defined me as a person. So there may be a big part of me, buried from my childhood, that feels really uncomfortable with me being healthy and strong.

Ah, perhaps if we replaced half our somatic doctors with psychiatrists, we would all live longer and healthier lives. Well, if they were really good psychiatrists. I have a vague impression that the field tends to draw in people who are already pretty close to it. Or to put it more bluntly, if you take an interest in psychiatry, it is probably because you or members of your family have had some serious need for their services in the past. Case in point, my brother works as a psychologist and I believe he has said that he chose this career because our uncle was a very strong case of autism. It is likely my (non-paid) interest in the field comes from the same source.

Well, I somehow managed to get back to all about me. This is meant to be my personal journal, with no health advice, economic advice or reflections on the world economy and comparative religion.

Speaking of which, I’ve repented again. Why does it always feel like I’ve never really repented before whenever I repent? This time I actually repented before I got disgustingly sick, instead of during or right after. So I guess that’s a good thing at least.

The muse in my head is very happy about my Tamriel-based fiction, but the Voice in my heart was sad, and I didn’t want that. There are other issues as well. ┬áBut that’s OK. People who are always satisfied with themselves tend to be dissatisfied with everyone and everything else, but we who are dissatisfied with ourselves tend to be more grateful for being allowed to live and enjoy many things we don’t deserve. Like knees.

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