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Sick day? So you both took a chance on not reporting to work

Sick day? So you both took a chance on not reporting to work

The Rules for Calling in Sick When You’re Actually Hung-over

By Maureen O’Connor

A British police chief recently went public with his frustration over employees “throwing sickies to recover from hangovers,” or in American English, calling in sick because they got blasted last night. Being hung-over is, of course, a type of sickness — physical sickness, involving puke and pain — but it is also self-inflicted. Thus etiquette forbids us to equate hang-overs with contagious diseases and other HR-approved ailments.

Of course, if you are truly hung-over, there is simply no way you’re going to work. You’re puking too frequently to commute; you can barely focus your eyes. You are physically incapable of performing your job — and yes, it’s your own fault, and yes, you should really stop doing this — so right now, right this second, what are you going to do? Walk a police beat while dry-heaving? Sometimes you need a bogus sick day. But there’s a right way and a wrong way to do it. These are the three cardinal rules for calling in sick when you’re actually hung-over:

1. Do Not Speak of the Hang-over.

This is the most important rule, and it is necessary for two reasons: first, plausible deniability. Second, politeness to those more responsible than you are. They all refrained from partying their faces off last night so they could be here today, doing their work. Now your selfishness means they’ll be forced to work overtime to pick up your slack, effectively punishing them for their responsible behavior. And chances are they know you’re not sick. They saw you yesterday; they know you weren’t “coming down with something.” Maybe they saw you switching into your party shoes before you left the office; maybe they saw a stray photo on Instagram. (Delete those before you call in.) But as long as nobody says “hang-over,” you can ignore the drunk elephant of immaturity lurking in the room.

2. Do Not Lie About the Hang-over.

When “throwing sickies” for illicit reasons — hang-overs, playing hooky, emotional distress, just needing a day to chill — you may feel tempted to invent an excuse. Do not give in to this temptation. Using your annual allotment of sick days, one at a time, over the course of a year, is allowed. Lying to your boss is not allowed. So when you are too hung-over to work, just say, “I’m using a sick day.” Do not elaborate. Do not invent a “24-hour bug,” “crippling migraine,” or “food poisoning from leftover tacos.” Your excuses will sound fake, because they are fake. If your boss questions your sick day (she won’t) refer perhaps to being “physically sick” (you are) and leave it at that (but she won’t ask, so don’t even worry about it). Out of respect to the actually sick people of the world, you must not engage in sickness appropriation. Take a sick day, then shut up.

If you work in a place that requires doctor’s notes when ill, quit your job because that’s fascism. If you can’t quit your job, you’ll have to flop on over to the nearest CVS Minute Clinic to waste a co-pay on “dehydration.”

3. Never Use a Sick Day After Drinking With Co-workers.

No matter how visibly and shamefully drunk you were at last night’s good-bye party for Gladys from accounting, you must not take the next day off. Not even if you’re coughing up beer cans. Not even if you’re vomiting blood. When you booze with co-workers, you lose all plausible deniability, which means taking a sick day off now is the rudest of all “sickie” offenses. If you take this day off, you will be spitting directly into the faces of those noble martyrs who came to work today in spite of their headaches. Or who deprived themselves of alcohol in the name of responsibility. If you call in sick the day after drinking with co-workers, you will be the skunk at the party, the shame of the water cooler, the guy nobody invites to happy hour ever again. Even if nobody says “hang-over” out loud, some drunk elephants are too large to ignore.

And worst of all, if you throw a sickie after co-worker boozing, your boss will find out. Such is the fate, it seems, of the sickie-throwing cops of the Essex police department: “There is a group — a small group, but a group nonetheless — abusing the process. If they can’t get time off, they take it sick. If they have a heavy night, on occasions they are taking days off,” the police chief said, likely setting off a series of knowing nods from cops who are sick-to-death of covering for drunks. “Every time someone throws a sickie they are letting their mates down, they are letting the community down. And the only people who suffer are their friends who then have to pick up their workload.” Even the police union “agreed that sickness had got out of hand” (but they argued that stress relief, not punitive action, was needed). Once acknowledged, hang-over sick days will never again be allowed to slide. Taking hang-over sickies is like pretending to believe in Santa well into your teens for gift-abuse purposes: If you speak of the truth, acknowledge the truth, or enter a situation in which the truth cannot be ignored, then the jig is up.

You definitely shouldn’t write a blog post about using sick days for hang-overs. But if you do, be prepared to avoid eye contact with your boss for the rest of the day.

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Just One Of My Morning Train Journeys

Austin, Texas to Chicago, Illinois

A man gets on the train at 5AM.

He’s drunk.

He’s loud.

He can’t sleep. In fact, he hasn’t slept in days.

He looks down at my sleeping body and wakes me up to say, “Hey, Girl. What’s up?”

I mumble that I’m sleeping, and he takes the cue to leave me alone. For now.

As I drift in and out of sleep, I can hear him telling his buddy that he doesn’t trust anyone.

No one came to see him while he was in prison.

He has a gun, and he’s not afraid to use it.

My imagination runs wild as to what this drunk, beligerant passenger will do, but he mostly doses in and out of consciousness, occassionally saying a crude remark about a female who walks by his seat or telling his buddy that he loves him like a brother.

When his buddy gets off the train, he turns to me to share his slurred, drunken life.

He tells me that he’s traveling to Seattle to see the daughters he abandoned over 20 years ago. He tells me that the mother of his children is in an unhappy marriage, but he doesn’t want to get involved. He tells me that he had to shoot women and children in South America for the U.S. Army. He tells me that he works for Veteran’s Affairs, that he travels to different hospitals trying to uplift vets. He tells me that the men and women who fought for our country get no respect.

He cries and cries. When he wipes his tears away, he reveals a rubber bracelet with the phone number to the Suicide Prevention Hotline.

He doesn’t bring up about being in prison, and I think that maybe I misheard him when he was talking to his buddy.

Because he is so unbelievably inebriated, he repeats himself. A lot. He tells me that I have to share the story about the horrible things that the U.S. Government is doing, but he’s afraid I will be killed. Sometimes he whispers, making gestures towards the young soldier in uniform sitting two rows in front of us. Sometimes he just stares at me with wild, animal-like eyes, waiting for me to affirm everything he is saying.

When I mention that I would like to go to the observation car to get some work done, he asks if he can join me. And because I’m a pushover, I say yes.

I watch as he buys a beer in the train cafe at 9AM, and I make a gesture to the attendant that he’s drunk. She tells me to run.

I politely tell him that I will see him later, and since he sits right in front of me in coach, that is the truth.

Later, I overhear him in the observation car telling another person that he just met a journalist from New York and that he’s working on a big, important story with her. Though only 53, he looks 15 years older, and has a voice made of pure whiskey.

As he stumble-exits the train hours later, he reminds me to share the story of what the U.S. Government does to veterans, and that if I do, the story will be big.

I couldn’t promise him a groundbreaking article in the New York Times, but this is the best I can do. And though it’s not the expose he was hoping for, it is an example of what can often happen to the hard-working individuals who sacrifice so much for this country. That’s of course if what he told me is true. Alcohol can make all stories dubious.

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Lauren Modery
Medium member since Mar 2018

Freelance writer in Austin

Diary of a Train Traveler

For the past three years, I’ve only traveled long distance by train. Traveling by train has given me incalculable experiences and interactions, all in which I’m grateful for both as a human and as a human and as a writer.


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When Morning Dreams Are Filled With Imagination

When Morning Dreams Are Filled With Imagination
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When you are half asleep, it means you are not fully awake. It also means you are still in your comfort zone, a state of splendor and ecstasy. On this realm of relaxation, you might find yourself wearing pajamas, a gown or a nightie. Yes in this frame of mind, you can dream BIG and venture anywhere!…

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Just to fill your tummy with a plate of huge pancakes, you might find your way through a forest where an enchanted, happy tree directs you into the porous entries of his rooted trunk. When inside, the enchanted tree transforms into an exciting treehouse restaurant.

There you see lots of patrons. Oh, and there is an aroma of hot pancakes. They smell so good! It is so entertaining to watch jolly cooks batter and platter the fruited herb filled pancakes. Rhythmically they run to and fro mixing, flipping and serving them hot in tall stacks.

When a waitress walks over with a huge stack, you assume they are for you. With your arms stretched out reaching for the pancakes, you follow her. But then your eyes meet the patron who ordered that stack of pancakes. He gives you a daring look, to “Back off”!

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Some dreams are so connected that when one realm closes, the door to another opens up. You could find yourself peering upon a castle and then suddenly your inside.

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Breakfast is just what your heart desires. You are now inside of a castle restaurant with big bottles of syrups scattered about the tables. There seems to be so many flavors… Apricot, maple, assorted berry flavors and peach. It’s so weird, but everyone is dressed in sleepwear and eating huge pancakes. No problem, because you too are in your sleepwear. And, you are a perfect blend with this crowd because just like you, everyone appears to be half asleep or in their own world.

As soon as you sit down, a waitress comes over takes your order for pancakes. After ten minutes of anxiously waiting, the waitress serves you one, big… GIANT buttery, cinnamon-covered pancake in a plate. But, each time you reach for the tasty bread of love, the pancake, like a mirage, just keeps disappearing.

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The most unfortunate place to wander while not fully awake is to a haunted mansion.

It looks eerie on the outside but you believe you are smelling Buttermilk pancakes. So, you take your chances and head inside. The interior is dark and dreary, and there is no one in sight. But the kitchen looks as though “breakfast” is about to happen, because all about are the fixn’s for a huge breakfast. You call out “hello, hello! Is there anyone home”? You repeat this callout three, four and five times… and still you get no answer.

Who could imagine the many bottles of syrups, buckets of dripping butter and a huge pot of coffee percolating and yet, there is not a soul in sight? What is also strange is a rectangled table with plates and cups has been neatly set. But then you hear hissing, sizzling sounds.

Slowly, you follow the sounds into the cooking area of the kitchen. And there upon a grill, giant Buttermilk pancakes are being cooked. You don’t know who is doing the cooking, because, still, there is no one in sight.

Breakfast will be a waste if the pancakes burn. So you take on the job to rescue the pancakes and struggle to flip them. Incredible! You handle the huge pancakes and put them into a delicious stack on a plate. But then suddenly, out of nowhere, a transparent figure of a young lady appeared and grabbed the plate of pancakes and began eating them.

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(You are awakened by the musical sounds from your phone device. It is 7a.m.)

(you pickup and answer) Hello
(It is your cousin Allen)

Hi Allen!”

“Trace!” (he says) “–you won’t believe this, but I had the most crazy dream about you.

(he chuckles and continues) I dreamt you were stealing food from restaurants. Everything in the dream seemed so real.”

(there is a long pause and then he continues) “I hope everything is okay with you, Trace. How about us going out for a pancake breakfast?”

(there is a long span of dead silence. You observe that your feet and sleepwear are filthy dirty)

Story originally posted on: AmericaOnCoffee ©2018 Doro Dancer (AmericaOnCoffee/AOC)


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“You Really Got Me” is a song written by Ray Davies for English rock band the Kinks. The song, originally performed in a more blues-oriented style, was inspired by artists such as Lead Belly and Big Bill Broonzy. Two versions of the song were recorded, with the second performance being used for the final single. Although it was rumoured that future Led Zeppelin guitarist Jimmy Page had performed the song’s guitar solo, the myth has since been proven false.

“You Really Got Me” was built around power chords (perfect fifths and octaves) and heavily influenced later rock musicians, particularly in the genres of heavy metal and punk rock. Built around a guitar riff played by Dave Davies, the song’s lyrics were described by Dave as “a love song for street kids.”[3]

“You Really Got Me” was released on 4 August 1964 as the group’s third single, and reached number one on the UK singles chart the next month, remaining for two weeks. The song became the group’s breakthrough hit; it established them as one of the top British Invasion acts in the United States, reaching number seven there later in the year. “You Really Got Me” was later included on the Kinks’ debut album, Kinks. The song was covered by American rock band Van Halen in 1978, reaching the Billboard Top 40.


[The original demo version of ‘You Really Got Me’] had very way-out words and a funny sort of ending that didn’t. We did it differently on the record because [this original version] was really rather uncommercial.

– Ray Davies[4]
“You Really Got Me” was written by Ray Davies, the Kinks’ vocalist and main songwriter, sometime between 9 and 12 March 1964.[4] Created on the piano in the front room of the Davies’ home, the song was stylistically very different from the finished product, being much lighter and somewhat jazz-oriented.[4] Ray said of the song’s writing, “When I came up with [‘You Really Got Me’] I hadn’t been writing songs very long at all. It was one of the first five I ever came up with.”[4]

During the spring of 1964, Ray Davies played an early version of “You Really Got Me” on piano to rock photographer Allan Ballard during a photo shoot. Ballard later remembered, “It was quite a small, pokey, Victorian Terrace, a bit scruffy, and in the hallway they had an upright piano. Ray sat down and plonked out, ‘Der-der, der, Der-der!’ He said, ‘What do you reckon to this?’ It meant nothing to me at the time, but it ended up as ‘You Really Got Me’.”[5]

Ray, initially planning for the song to be a “more laid-back number”, later played the chords of the song to brother Dave Davies, the Kinks’ lead guitarist. However, upon hearing the track, Dave decided that the riff would be much more powerful on a guitar.[5] Ray said of the track’s change to a guitar-centred track, “I wanted it to be a jazz-type tune, because that’s what I liked at the time. It’s written originally around a sax line … Dave ended up playing the sax line in fuzz guitar and it took the song a step further.”[4] The band then began to perform the new track in some of their live shows, where it was well received.[6]

In 1998, Ray said, “I’d written ‘You Really Got Me’ as tribute to all those great blues people I love: Lead Belly and Big Bill Broonzy.”[7] Dave cited Gerry Mulligan as an inspiration, saying, “Ray was a great fan of Gerry Mulligan, who was in [the Jazz on a Summer’s Day movie], and as he sat at the piano at home, he sort of messed around in a vein similar to Mulligan and came up with this figure based on a 12-bar blues”.[4] Dave has also said that song had been inspired by Jimmy Giuffre’s song “The Train and the River”.[8] According to the band’s manager, Larry Page, the song’s characteristic riff came about while working out the chords of the Kingsmen’s “Louie Louie”.[3] Lyrically, the song was said to be influenced by an encounter with one of the band’s “first serious female fans.”[4][9]


When I first heard [“You Really Got Me”], I said, “Shit, it doesn’t matter what you do with this, it’s a number one song”. It could have been done in waltz time and it would have been a hit.[6]

– Shel Talmy, producer of “You Really Got Me”
The song was recorded by the Kinks at least twice in the summer of 1964. The band’s demo was in a “bluesy” style, while a full studio version recorded in June was slower and less emphatic than the final single.[10] Although the band wanted to rerecord the song, their record company Pye refused to fund another session on the ground that the band’s first two singles had failed to chart.[6] Ray Davies, however, hated the original recording of the track, threatening that he would refuse to perform or promote the single unless it was rerecorded.[6] Manager Larry Page also refused to publish the original recording.[6] When Pye stood its ground, the band’s own management broke the stalemate by funding the session themselves.[11] Ray Davies’ adamant attitude on behalf of the career-making song effectively established him as the leader and chief songwriter of the Kinks. Davies later said, “I was floundering around trying to find an identity. It was in 1964 that I managed to do that, to be able to justify myself and say, ‘I exist, I’m here.’ I was literally born when that song hit.”[12]

The influential distortion sound of the guitar track was created after guitarist Dave Davies sliced the speaker cone of his guitar amplifier with a razor blade and poked it with a pin.[13] The amplifier was affectionately called “little green”, after the name of the amplifier made by the Elpico company, and purchased in Davies’ neighbourhood music shop, linked to a Vox AC-30.[8] In 2014, Dave Davies accused brother Ray of lying about participating in Dave’s guitar distortion sound. Dave wrote on his Facebook page, “My brother is lying. I don’t know why he does this but it was my Elpico amp that I bought and out of frustration I cut the speaker cone up with a razor blade and I was so shocked and surprised and excited that it worked that I demonstrated the sound to Ray and [Kinks bassist] Pete [Quaife] … Ray liked the sound and he had written a riff on the piano which formed the basis of the song ‘You Really Got Me’ and I played the riff on my guitar with my new sound. I alone created this sound.”[14]

According to recent Kinks’ releases that give full official performance credits of the track, group members Ray Davies (vocals and rhythm guitar), Dave Davies (lead guitar), Pete Quaife (bass) are joined by session men Bobby Graham (drums), and Arthur Greenslade (piano).[15][16] Regular Kinks drummer Mick Avory plays the tambourine.



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Mail!! ..A Psychological Warfare For Your Address!

Mail!!  ..A Psychological Warfare For Your Address!

I remember when mail was a welcome greeting and a relaxed communication. But now everyone is chased down through unsuspecting portals (land and cyber), with all of the tecnological combines of solicitations. The battle is not only in our physical mailboxes and phones but have integrated full-fledge, online.

Postmaster General online and offline..


AmericaOnCoffee (AOC)

Managing the Influx of Email

think most of us will attest that we receive a lot of email these days, sometimes to the point that managing our mail feels like a full-time job by itself. I’ve helped a lot of users and seen many approaches to handling the task (and many non-approaches too). For the Windows users out there who don’t have a system in place, here are a couple ideas and tools that might save you some sanity.

Create subfolders and route mail automatically

You can add folders within your inbox to help organize mail by subject or sender – or anything that makes sense to you. I do this and then create rules – right-click a mail item and choose Rules. Create Rule, to automatically place mail in those folders for review at my discretion. For example, if I receive daily budget reports, which are probably important and need to be reviewed, I don’t necessarily need those cluttering up my main view. I can route those to a folder and when I’m ready for that information, I know where to find it. One email a day may not make much of a difference, but if you’re routing 100 emails a day, it can really save you some time.

Use flags and reminders

Many ways are available to keep track of items you’ve already dealt with, and here’s my basic approach. As I read through my mail items, I “flag” them. When I finish reading the item, if it was purely informational and I won’t need to interact with it again, I mark it as complete. Otherwise I leave it flagged, and if it has time sensitivity, I right-click it and add a reminder that will ensure it gets addressed by an appropriate date. I add the Tasks pane to my view, View>To-Do Pane>Tasks, which allows me to survey quickly any pending topics and plan accordingly.

Clean up!

One of my favorite features of the Outlook desktop client – for Windows – is the clean-up function. If I right-click my Inbox, then choose “Clean Up Folder,” it iterates through every mail item and gets rid of duplicate, redundant data. If there is a back-and-forth chain of emails, for instance, it might delete all items except the last – IF, AND ONLY IF, the last email contains all of the information from the entire chain. If the thread breaks into sub-threads, it will make sure to only delete items that contain information found later on, including attachments. Because I use my main Inbox folder as the primary email workspace, it really pays to cut down on the clutter and I run the clean-up function many times a day.

These are just a few ideas that may help some of you, but many more tools are available and alternative approaches can be taken. Don’t be afraid to reach out to AITSwith questions or comments about email, applications, and especially, about how we can better help you succeed with technology! article source



“EARLY TO BED EARLY TO RISE” (How Many People Are Early Birds?)

“EARLY TO BED EARLY TO RISE” (How Many People Are Early Birds?)


Libby VanderPloeg @libbyvanderploeg

Morning Routine
I get up around 6:30 (no alarm—always been an early riser), eat breakfast (a grapefruit, black pour-over coffee, and a tablespoon of peanut butter on a rice cake) on the couch and watch some TV news while browsing on my phone. After an hour or so, I get to work on the day’s tasks, and at 10 am I listen to the Brian Lehrer show on WNYC.

I do not bring my phone into the bedroom.

Bedtime Routine
I go to bed usually by 10:30 or 11 most nights. I brush my teeth and drink some water. I do not bring my phone into the bedroom. When I’m laying in bed, I usually think about what I will work on the next morning, but not in a stressful way. Then before I know it I’m asleeeep.

Libby VanderPloeg / illustrator, artist, slow runner / @libbyvanderploeg

charts that show who the night owls and early birds are

Bureau of Labor Statistics | BDN

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By Erin Rhoda, BDN Staff • October 23, 2015 7:22 am
Nurses and police officers don’t just have tough jobs. They’re also often working at a tough time — the night. They fall into a category held by a select few. At 2 a.m., just 3 percent of people are working:

The Bureau of Labor Statistics put together some interesting statistics this month on night owls and early birds. Here is an overview:

Between 6 p.m. and 10 p.m.

Thank your bartenders, restaurant cooks, waitresses and cinema workers. Here’s a chart showing the occupations with higher-than-average percentages of workers doing their jobs in the evening:

Between 11 p.m. and 3 a.m.

Here’s a shout out to police officers, firefighters, manufacturers, nurses, doctors, nursing home workers, truckers and warehouse workers who often work through the night when everyone else is fast asleep.

Between 4 a.m. and 8 a.m.

Farmers, foresters, fishermen, construction workers and utilities employees are among the rare breeds who often get up early — really early — to start their day.

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Attitude Is Key To Your Morning Workout

Attitude Is Key To Your Morning Workout

“Should any frustration result from your excercise routines, you might even do THIS“….

One female’s personal share:

“I Stopped Working Out In The Morning, And Here’s The Shocking Thing That Happened To My Body”

By Los Angeles Correspondent via @meglewisschneider
For years, this is how I started every morning—with a buzzing cellphone alarm gently jostling me out of sleep, bright and early. You see, I’ve always been an early morning workout girl. Six a.m. boxing class? I’m down. Sunrise five-mile run? Yes, please. Pre-dawn Pilates workout? Don’t mind if I do.

It’s not that I was more of a morning person than anyone else. Nope, I always chose to do a morning workout because by the time I’d make it home at night, I felt so lazy that I’d inevitably skip my sweat session—despite my best intentions. So regardless of my work schedule, relationship status, or level of sleep deprivation, I’d always force myself to get my workout in before my day really started.

And then a few months ago, something shifted in me. Due to a few convergent events in my life, I was forced to slow down and take care of myself. And suddenly, waking up and dragging myself to a workout class didn’t seem fun—and because I was getting far less than eight hours of sleep per night, it definitely didn’t seem healthy. Before, I never skipped a workout, no matter how tired, sore, or unmotivated I was. But now that I was trying to be gentle with my body and spirit, I realized it might be better to sleep in and work out later … or even more extreme, skip my usual sweat session altogether.

So, I gave up my morning workouts cold turkey, and started listening to what my body wanted to do.

Sometimes that meant sleeping for a few more hours.

Sometimes, it meant 15 minutes of yoga-inspired stretches from bed.

Sometimes, it meant lacing up my sneakers and putting in a few miles in the afternoon.

Sometimes, it meant crushing a short BBG workout when I got home from work.


Most of the time, it meant meditating every day and trying to walk as often as possible.

I’m not going to lie to you—I figured I’d probably gain weight. See, I’ve been a consistent runner for nearly two years and usually put in about 30-40 miles a week. That’s a lot of cardio, and it keeps me feeling pretty fit and toned. But over the past few months my body felt so tired that even running—an activity I truly love—seemed like a chore.


So I resigned myself to the idea that I’d gain a little extra fluff while I gave my body a short break, and I was OK with it.

Imagine my surprise when the opposite happened. OK, blowing off my regular morning workouts didn’t give me the body of Kayla Itsines … But it did instantly help with my chronic-feeling fatigue. I also noticed that even though I lost a little muscle definition, I felt better than I had in a while. Instead of waking up sore and achy, I felt light and fresh.

Interestingly enough, my belly bloat diminished, too. Honestly, I’m not sure why—maybe it’s because I was eating less because I wasn’t as hungry as when I normally work out. But I have a feeling my constant bloating had more to do with sky-high stress levels (the stress hormone cortisol causes the body to store calories as belly fat) and chronic inflammation from working out too much.

I’m not quite back into my normal morning workout routine—although I still rise with the sun, I like to take a moment to enjoy my coffee and meditate a little before I get on with my day. Knowing what I know now, I think I’ll probably keep playing my workouts by ear and exercising at times that are convenient for me. After all, the point of exercising is to feel and look good—and I know that I feel my best (and look pretty great!) when I’m not stressed or over-taxing my body.

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