frizzbee

I lived on a sailboat for years, though I never took it out alone. I never really felt like I knew much beyond the basics, and I had enough near death experiences far out at sea to swear off the thing. But now that I’ve moved off of it, I’ve fallen in love with the sea again… sometimes you have to get some distance. I’ve been going out on weekends, sailing out, mooring, and sailing back. I want to sail to the Caribbean this summer and Europe next year. I LOVE it, and now that it’s me at the tiller, myself pulling sail, all alone out at sea… god, there’s nothing better. it’s beautiful.

The weight just seems to fly off, once I got down and decided I wanted to do this. I exercise hours a day and eat as I please – though I can’t say I eat altogether that much – I think in the 8 or so months since I started this I’ve changed my lifestyle – food isn’t a focus anymore – it doesn’t sustain me the same way, if you know what I mean. It’s been long, but honestly, it hasn’t taken much thought. I didn’t turn it into a battle, I just worked on changing one thing – I said – I’m going to exercise half an hour a day. Then an hour. Than two… and so on.

I’m into my second year of training and it’s become my life and focus. I love karate, and I am always learning more. Wonderful.