D is for Dopamine

D is for Dopamine

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I couldn’t get it together today. I think it’s the lack of dopamine. According to the science, sugar gives me a nice dopamine hit, and then I want another one, and another one, and the more sugar I eat, the more it takes to get the same quality high.

Maybe that’s why I felt so listless today: I’m jonesin’ for my dopamine.

I ate some scrambled eggs and after that? I don’t remember. The day just drifted away.

My shower was a big activity. Then, around 4 PM I remembered the old adage:  “energy creates energy” and drove to the gym.

Hooked myself into the treadmill, stuck the latest James Altucher podcast in my earbuds and clocked a respectable 8K steps on my Garmin.

But it didn’t make me feel any better. I went home and took a nap.

G is doing better than I am. At least today.

Bully for her.

I think part of my drekky mood is that I need more than a body hack project. I need a something intellectually juicy and exciting and I can’t figure out what.



I went to the gym last night after yoga to do my rowing. This was a mistake because the place was packed with students, and not only that, I forgot about the whole “proper footwear” thing, and was in my Mione’s and my feet kept slipping out of the straps, which was annoying.

The two rowing machines at the gym are situated RIGHT next to the free weights, and if guys are lifting and preening in front of the mirrors, having some chick doing her thing on the rower at the same time is a big pain in the ass because people have to time it just right so as not to get elbowed by the rower as they make their way to the  ellipticals.

Last night I turned out to be that chick on the rower causing the little aisle between the free weights and the captain’s chair to be practically blocked.

(Ask me if I care.)

The students did provide an interesting show for me last night, though. All the freshman are instantly pegged by their school-issued lanyards, from which they dangle their IDs and their room keys. It’s adorable.  (I wonder how long it will take them to realize that this isn’t that cool of a look?  My guess: Halloween.)

A lot of students walked in looking tentative and uncomfortable. It was clear they had neither a clue, nor a plan.  Maybe they walked in “to work out,” but then instantly realized they did not know what that entailed, exactly.  The gym is definitely a “scene” where it appears everybody knows what they’re doing, but you.

It’s hard. I wanted to put my arm around them, and whisper in their little ears: “Look, come back tomorrow, in the afternoon, when there is nobody here.  Then you won’t feel so intimidated.” Because god knows, they need it.  We ALL need it.

Rowing is my new worky-outy thing.  I discovered it a few months ago when I stepped off the treadmill feeling all tight in my shoulders, so I did a few minutes on the rower to loosen up.

“Huh,” I thought. “This is kind of all right. It’s easy and flowy and kind of relaxing.”  I then Googled “indoor rowing for fitness” when I got home, and whatdaya know?   Indoor rowing as an exercise is pretty kick-ass.  Cardio and strength all in one.  Excellent!  So I bought a few books with different rowing routines, and now I am launched on a 12-week rowing “experiment.”

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

Life is but a dream.

Yeah. Especially that last line.