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Feeling like the NASA rover, Spirit, I started January triumphant.

Ah, that quest for perfection, that ever burning flame that drives us onward to test the perimeters of our well being/existence. Especially after lolling in holiday bliss. I was energized and fortified, with a couple of extra pounds to propel me with extra fire power. Running in the mountains of our upstate home, coming home and working out religiously and tending to the perfect diet another example of perfect technical prowess. The first week of work back in the city routine went spectacularly. Until like the rover abruptly malfunctioning, a glitch? I developed laryngitis. I knew I hadn’t been taking my vitamins and not enough vegetables over the holidays and was now compensating with a strict regime to stave off the dreaded cold or flu signs flashing ahead. The immune system was showing weakness, I stopped the exercise to fortify immunity. A week later, feeling better, my voice sounding less like broken violin strings, I dashed ahead. A fantastic workout, never better, I’m back, the “Victor” I think! The boom lowered later that night while trying to get up for dinner … I couldn’t. The next day, like the rover I was put to sleep until the malfunction was corrected. Well there goes 2 perfectly good weeks of dreams and aspirations! Week 3 I was sure I would redeem myself until I realized a bronchial infection kicked in and I’m down for the count for another week. Good intentions pave the road to……trying to hone in on the root of the problem.

Proper rest, no more burning the midnight oil, I have to stop working by 8pm. Instead of working until 11pm and then wondering why I can’t fall asleep. Two layers of clothes, it’s ferocious cold out there and because I insist on walking everywhere, I have to dress appropriately. Eat more vegetables, fruits and enough protein. If you want to lose weight and stay healthy you need your nutrients therefore vegetables, fruit and lean protein, every day every meal plus vitamins no ifs and or buts! Or Opportunity will take over where Spirit left off!

Experiencing an illness made me decide to examine into how to realize hidden potentials to enhance our quality of life. For more information go to www.vitalsignsfitness.com. Questions? email deb@vitalsignsfitness.com Deborah Caruana
Deborah Caruana RN, AAHRFP, NASM, ACE.
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DEBORAH is a highly respected authority in personal training for overall health and fitness, with more than 22 years of experience and success. Her credentials include…

Currently licensed Registered Nurse specializing in Rehabilitative Nursing
Medical Exercise Therapist: certified by AAHFRP, an internationally recognized physical rehabilitation certification
Maternity Specialist Pre & Post Natal certified by Maternal Fitness
Personal Fitness Specialist: certified by NASM, an internationally recognized certification
Yoga Teacher
Professional Health Member, National Organization of Fitness Instructors (IDEA), a leading membership organization of health and fitness professionals
Deborah Caruana RN, AAHRFP, NASM, ACE.
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email deb@vitalsignsfitness.com
call 212-677-3185
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It’s only four small words, a seemingly innocuous question. Yet
a question, the sound of which is worse than ten sets of
sharpened nails screeching across a mile-long blackboard - “What
are you thinking?”

It is a question men loathe and dread, mainly because much like
the meaning of life and world peace, there is no clear,
definitive answer. Often, the answer truly is nothing (or
nothing of significance). Yet, as women, often the question is
one we cannot stop from asking, particularly if we are feeling
uncertain or apprehensive. Perhaps a woman feels uneasy about
the status of a relationship and then, out of nowhere, with the
first pensive glance or scowl to cross her man’s face, the
question comes out of her mouth, virtually unstoppable. The
question takes on a life and mind of its own, leaving us
helpless victims compelled to utter the question.

First, I tried logic to free myself from the compulsion. Logic
dictates that it’s too broad a question and doesn’t really lend
itself for what I want to know. Specificity, yes, that was it
exactly (or so I thought). I would force myself to ask clearly
and directly what I wanted to know rather than ask the dreaded
question. But, to no avail, the question still popped into my
head and straight out of my mouth before I could stop it. I
resigned myself to my fate. I would go through life as a victim
of my own compulsion.

Then it happened. You see, aside from the very real possibility
that the answer is truly nothing, or nothing of value (which is
usually the case), there also lies the possibility that it is
something you really don’t want to hear or know at that
particular moment. And it didn’t happen that I ever asked the
question and received knowledge of something I did not want to
hear. Oh no, it was much, much worse. I was asked the question!
It was quite possibly one of the worst dates of my life. The
type of date that reminds you some fates are far worse than
torture and death. Even prison seemed a brighter, more appealing
option than another hour on this date (and I look terrible in
flip-flops and orange), one I wished would end quickly. We were
finally in the car driving me home and he was telling a story
that seemed to go on forever when he paused and asked, “What are
you thinking?” I was dumbfounded - my mind a whirl of possible
explanations and answers. Do I tell him something simple? Do I
tell him the actual truth - that given the relatively smooth
terrain to the side of the road, I am calculating at what speed
could I safely jump from the moving vehicle and maintain minimal
physical damage? Do I just jump now (as we were approaching a
stop sign) and escape the question altogether? In just a brief,
few seconds, these thousand thoughts going through my head in a
vicious flurry when suddenly, a soothing thought entered into my
head. I looked at him, smiled, and said “nothing.”

>From that moment on, the cycle was broken and I was free from
ever uttering the question again! The cure was as simple as
having the question asked to me.