Yup. Stupid woman here went out today and fried herself.
Again.
Some people just never learn.
I wanted to be like Draz, I guess. Forgetting, of course that I am substantially older, heavier and much more out of shape than she is. Doy! Going out to the lake late this morning and walking in direct sun and rapidly rising temps turned out to be a really, really bad idea.
It was nice when we left the house. Almost eighty. Not so bad... Really... Or so we thought. We forgot that the sun was beating directly down on dry, hard packed ground and reflecting up. The temps were rising fast and the humidity is up a bit. Remember last Summer when we were stupid enough to hit the tails on a day like that? Well, it was worse, today. And I started out hard and fast. I had great tunes in my ears, I was rested and ready to roll, my feet were happier then a couple of pigs in shit in my fab new shoes and I just wanted to fly.
I started out in a fast walk and lifted into running for a little while. I still can't run far, but I was hauling some ass. Dropped into a walk when I couldn't run any longer and kept my pace fast. William couldn't catch up or keep up with me. A little over a mile from the car, I stopped under a tree to have a little drinkie-poo and hit the wall.
Hard.
I almost hit the deck.
I really wanted to go on to the park gate, but my bod was screaming no at me, so we turned around and headed back. The climb back up on the way back was a little slower than the climb then downhill out. At the bench about a half mile or so from the car, I had to stop and sit down. How embarrassing. I was having trouble breathing and my lips were numb and I stopped sweating. I sat there for a good ten minutes or so, William dumping his water all down my back to try to cool me down and drinking water. A lady going by on a bike asked me if I was okay and if I needed more water. Humiliation, again. Fat broad, fried, sitting in all her fat splendor on a bench, red and puffing. Nice. Jabba the Hut in a layered tank top, leggings and a stupid looking hand crocheted sash like thing holding my stuff, all worn out and resting. Gah!
After a while, I slowly made my way, with William's help back to the Jeep. By the time we got there, I could barely climb in and fasten my seat belt. I was weak, trembling, hyperventilating and my vision kept going crossed. I couldn't slow my breathing and I couldn't cool down.
I leaned into the air vents and tried to cool down but it was as if my inner thermostat was on the fritz and I kept getting hotter and having more trouble breathing. We stopped at Jacob's Well to fill water jugs and our water bottles and I kept putting down bottle after bottle and the water was just not doing anything for me. I started shaking, hard and I still wasn't sweating. My head suddenly started pounding hard and I had sparkles in my field of vision. This continued until we go home. I still don't know how I managed to get out of the car, into the house and up the stairs. Sheer force of will, I suppose. I was so weak I could barely walk and my vision was so crossed and the sparkles were so thick, I could barely see.
William fired up the A/C, brought Patrick's fan into the living room, brought me wet cloths, baggies full of ice and cold water. He took my shoes and socks off, to cool my feet and I sat there, with wet cloths and bags of ice on my chest and head, sipping cold water, sitting right under an air vent and fan for a good half hour before I started to feel cool and my breathing and vision normalized.
I should have probably sought medical attention. In fact, I think I remember mentioning it to William. But I just came home. As I started feeling better, I figured that in the ER, they would have done for me the same thing I did at home; cool me down and hydrate the hell out of me. They would have added oxygen, to slow and ease my breathing, but in time I was able to do that on my own. All those years of controlling my breathing when my asthma kicks up paid off, in the long run. :) It took a good hour for me to feel well enough to go downstairs and take a nice, cool shower. Now, a few hours later, I am just fine. I had lots more water and am still gulping it like it is going out of style and I had lunch and, yeah. I am just fine, now. :D
I think I came very close to full on heat stroke, this time around. Lesson learned. No more running until I am lighter. Seriously, my bod can't take it right now, even if my brain thinks it can! And, even more importantly, no more walking at the lake in the middle of the frakking morning in the Summer in the sun. I can't take it. I know that a lot of people can exert in that kind of heat in the sun, but I just can't take it. From now on until the weather cools substantially, Mama goes out to walk in the evening. lol
I can walk in the sun when the temperature is cool, just fine. It is when it is hot that I can't tolerate it.
One good thing that happened, I gave my new shoes a good run in. And I love them. They are so comfortable and supportive, they flex and roll with my natural stride, they have a little spring to them and boy, can I ever move my ass in those shoes! As I said earlier, William had a tough time keeping up with me, for a while, there. The difference between these shoes and my old ones are like having wings or concrete blocks on my feet. I didn't know that I could walk so easily, freely, with my feet so coddled and cradled. No more letting my shoes get old and broken down. From now on, I am getting new walkers (well, runners, actually! ;)) every six months or so. The difference is definitely worth the expense, IMO. And, Sears always has athletic shoes on sale, so it will hardly break the bank.
William was fine... A little singed and hot, he needs white t shirts and shorts and some new shoes, himself. He decided that after roasting in a heavy black polo and black jeans, today. lol Mr. Heatproof wasn't all that comfortable. And he would be much happier walking with better shoes, too. The ones he has aren't bad, but they aren't great for distance walking.
So, that was what happened, today. I am an idiot. I didn't listen to my intuition that was screaming at me to wait until this evening to go walking. And I got fried.
Lesson learned.
Until next year? :p
I ate well, yesterday. Came in under 1400. Food is good, today as well. I am drinking lots more water, again. And that helps. A lot.
Okay, I have to run to the bathroom. Again. lol
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Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Hungry Like the Wolf
Heh. Heh.
I am hongry! Dinner is in the oven, it is starting to smell scrumptious. Frakking Rapture didn't happen so I have to cook. Pffft! I am baking boneless skinless chicken breasts and cooking rice in chicken broth. There is a nice big fresh salad and fresh corn on the cob. Nom, nom, nom.
We went out to the lake, today and did Kick Ass Trail. Three miles (actually just a teensy bit over, but I suck green donkey dicks at fractions, so I round it down :P) clocked on my pedometer. Yeah! I was right all along. :D Anywhoozle, I did that walk in less than an hour. I powered up the hardest inclines. Inclines that used to have me stopping over and over, panting so that I thought my lungs would burst, my legs screaming for me to stop. Not now. Now I don't stop. Yes, I huff and I puff and blow your house down, but I power walk up those hills. No stopping, no whining.
Kick Ass Trail is my bitch. :D
I am eating an orange and sipping a glass of almond milk. I think my blood sugar dropped while I was walking. I got a little light headed and weird on the trail and when I was in the shower, my heart started beating kind of fast, I felt faint and tingly in my lips and gums and I was hyperventilating. I have felt like that before. I am thinking blood sugar? Blood pressure? I should probably have a confab with my doc about it when I see her in August. It isn't critical, or anything. It doesn't happen often. But I should probably find out what it is and why it happens.
I think I am finally getting back into my walk groove. It feels good. I am beginning to need a walk, again. And I feel compelled to get out there and do it. 'Bout damned time. I have been a sloth for far too long. Now, I need to keep it up, stay on track and power some more of this frakking fat off my bod. I still want to be under 250 by August First. Dunno if I am going to make it but I am sure as hell going to give it a shot.
Damn! That orange tastes good. Oranges have been super good, this year. And the season is longer, too. Usually, by this time oranges are long over. Or they are really not all that nice.
I am feeling better, now. I think my orange and almond milk was just the little boost I needed. I am going to sit here and read some blogs and let my hair dry and then have some din-din. I'll talk to all of you, soon.
Friday, May 20, 2011
A Storm Seems to be Brewing
It was clear and sunny, earlier. Now, it is somewhat humid and the sky is turning dark and grey. Maybe a storm is to be had? Maybe? Maybe? Bring on the thunder and lightening! :D
I did walk, today. I went a little over two and a half miles. I feel wonderful. My hip is yapping at me but is isn't screaming. I think that, as much as I enjoyed walking over four miles, that is too much for me, right now. The other day I was seriously hurting. I could barely totter around my home. I think that keeping it between two and three miles is best for me, physically. I can still function easily, I am not in screaming pain and I didn't come home, struggle through a fast shower and die on my sofa. So, for the foreseeable future, no more walks over three miles. Exercise does me no good if I can't repeat it.
I have laundry going (wheee!!! sooo much fun.. *rolling my eyes*) and my house looks pretty good. Other than that, the rest of the day is mine. I think I will do my nails when I am finished with my laundry. I am just trying to decide what colour I want to wear... I think I might be in the mood for blue.
Mmkay, I think I will run along and rustle up some lunch.
I did walk, today. I went a little over two and a half miles. I feel wonderful. My hip is yapping at me but is isn't screaming. I think that, as much as I enjoyed walking over four miles, that is too much for me, right now. The other day I was seriously hurting. I could barely totter around my home. I think that keeping it between two and three miles is best for me, physically. I can still function easily, I am not in screaming pain and I didn't come home, struggle through a fast shower and die on my sofa. So, for the foreseeable future, no more walks over three miles. Exercise does me no good if I can't repeat it.
I have laundry going (wheee!!! sooo much fun.. *rolling my eyes*) and my house looks pretty good. Other than that, the rest of the day is mine. I think I will do my nails when I am finished with my laundry. I am just trying to decide what colour I want to wear... I think I might be in the mood for blue.
Mmkay, I think I will run along and rustle up some lunch.
Monday, May 16, 2011
A Fried Face, Carmex in My Hair and... OMG! My Hip is Killing Me!
4.6 miles. Yeah. I did it. :D
I was in the mood to walk, this morning and rather than wait until this afternoon after William got home, I got dressed, laced on my walking shoes, grabbed my necessities, clipped on my pedometer and headed out. I walked up Willow Creek Road while Slacker poured the latest into my willing ears. The wind was blowing pretty briskly which was nice, in a way since it kept me a little more cool than if it were still. It was brilliantly sunny and just a gorgeous day to get my walk on.
I had thought that I would turn at Country Park Drive and head back but by the time I got to that intersection, I was feeling really good and I was just over a mile, according to my pedometer. So, I thought I would go on... Maybe another half mile, making my walk a three miler. As I went along and checked my little distance gadget on occasion, rather than wanting to turn back, I felt motivated to keep going. I got to the top of the looooong uphill (the first mile and three quarters is almost all uphill, some of it at a decent incline) and thought I might turn around. I had a nice drink, checked my pedometer and decided to go on. Why not just make it two miles out?
At two miles, exactly I was so close to the intersection at Willow Creek and Gail Gardener, (across the street from my Walgreen's) that I carried on to the light, had more water then headed home. I slogged back uphill (the last quarter mile or so out was downhill) to the top of the hill again, then I was able to cruise on home. I started flagging a bit about a half mile from home but I was still doing just great.
Until I got to the bottom of my driveway. lol The climb up that steep horror brought out just how tired I was and how much my poor hip was hurting. All the way up the drive, then up the side of my building it was singing Ave Maria at the top of it's voice. I barely managed to get my feet up high enough to step up on my patio and enter my back door. I hit my kitchen nearly sobbing from the effort.
But ya know... I also felt good. Tired. But good. Hurting. But good. And really pleased with myself for pushing, for making myself really work. This is what I need. Easy walks are nice but to really improve my conditioning and push my weight loss out of this self induced stall I have been "enjoying" I am going to have to work myself.
That walk took me an hour and twenty minutes. Not too shabby, considering that most of the distance outbound was uphill. According to my pedometer, I burned 524 calories. If I go by the online calculator, I burned 728. If I factor in the fact that I did two miles of uphill work, I could increase that a good bit. By my calculations, figuring forty minutes uphill and forty "regular" I burned about 992 calories. Yeah... That isn't confusing in the least. So, what is it? 524? 728? 992? Split the diff? Average it out? Say screw it and just be happy that I walked?
I'm soooo confused. lol Anyone who is an expert on this kind of thing, a little help, please? I don't need to know exactly but a good, solid ballpark would be nice. :D
I also would like to learn how to compute my calorie deficit. I think you take your BMR, those calories are what you need to live. Then you subtract the calories you take in for the day and the calories you burn through exercise, right? The end figure is your deficit or overage for the day... Correct?
My face is hot. I forgot to apply my mineral based sunblock and I get a little crisped. My skin is pink, not red so I am not too burned. There were shady spots and it was early, so the sun wasn't as bad as it could have been. But, note to self, remember your sunblock! And I need to get tubes of mineral based bod sunblock, too. I don't want to expose myself to the sun this Summer like I did, last year. I had Carmex in my hair when I got home. The wind kept blowing my ponytail all over the joint and it kept sticking in my lip balm. Blech! From now on, the hair gets braided or put up in a bun for walking. It is too long to just ponytail, any longer. You should have seen the tangles I had to work out of my hair when I got home. Not good. :P
I was so stiff I could barely move, earlier but I am loosening up and getting around a lot better, now. I recover faster and better than I used to. Yes, this walk wiped me but not as bad as shorter, easier ones did, when I started walking last year. Hell, at my heaviest, just going to the grocery store and walking down and back up my stairs once would make me feel as if I had been taken out back and had the shit kicked out of me.
I think I am in better shape than I was, then. :D
Okay, 'nuff of that. You are probably bored stupid. lol
It is windy as hell, again today and now it is getting overcast. This weather is weird, this year. It actually feels a little cool, in the wind, especially. I have a window open but no fans on, right now.
Okay, I guess I have chattered myself out, for now. I'll talk to you later. :)
I was in the mood to walk, this morning and rather than wait until this afternoon after William got home, I got dressed, laced on my walking shoes, grabbed my necessities, clipped on my pedometer and headed out. I walked up Willow Creek Road while Slacker poured the latest into my willing ears. The wind was blowing pretty briskly which was nice, in a way since it kept me a little more cool than if it were still. It was brilliantly sunny and just a gorgeous day to get my walk on.
I had thought that I would turn at Country Park Drive and head back but by the time I got to that intersection, I was feeling really good and I was just over a mile, according to my pedometer. So, I thought I would go on... Maybe another half mile, making my walk a three miler. As I went along and checked my little distance gadget on occasion, rather than wanting to turn back, I felt motivated to keep going. I got to the top of the looooong uphill (the first mile and three quarters is almost all uphill, some of it at a decent incline) and thought I might turn around. I had a nice drink, checked my pedometer and decided to go on. Why not just make it two miles out?
At two miles, exactly I was so close to the intersection at Willow Creek and Gail Gardener, (across the street from my Walgreen's) that I carried on to the light, had more water then headed home. I slogged back uphill (the last quarter mile or so out was downhill) to the top of the hill again, then I was able to cruise on home. I started flagging a bit about a half mile from home but I was still doing just great.
Until I got to the bottom of my driveway. lol The climb up that steep horror brought out just how tired I was and how much my poor hip was hurting. All the way up the drive, then up the side of my building it was singing Ave Maria at the top of it's voice. I barely managed to get my feet up high enough to step up on my patio and enter my back door. I hit my kitchen nearly sobbing from the effort.
But ya know... I also felt good. Tired. But good. Hurting. But good. And really pleased with myself for pushing, for making myself really work. This is what I need. Easy walks are nice but to really improve my conditioning and push my weight loss out of this self induced stall I have been "enjoying" I am going to have to work myself.
That walk took me an hour and twenty minutes. Not too shabby, considering that most of the distance outbound was uphill. According to my pedometer, I burned 524 calories. If I go by the online calculator, I burned 728. If I factor in the fact that I did two miles of uphill work, I could increase that a good bit. By my calculations, figuring forty minutes uphill and forty "regular" I burned about 992 calories. Yeah... That isn't confusing in the least. So, what is it? 524? 728? 992? Split the diff? Average it out? Say screw it and just be happy that I walked?
I'm soooo confused. lol Anyone who is an expert on this kind of thing, a little help, please? I don't need to know exactly but a good, solid ballpark would be nice. :D
I also would like to learn how to compute my calorie deficit. I think you take your BMR, those calories are what you need to live. Then you subtract the calories you take in for the day and the calories you burn through exercise, right? The end figure is your deficit or overage for the day... Correct?
My face is hot. I forgot to apply my mineral based sunblock and I get a little crisped. My skin is pink, not red so I am not too burned. There were shady spots and it was early, so the sun wasn't as bad as it could have been. But, note to self, remember your sunblock! And I need to get tubes of mineral based bod sunblock, too. I don't want to expose myself to the sun this Summer like I did, last year. I had Carmex in my hair when I got home. The wind kept blowing my ponytail all over the joint and it kept sticking in my lip balm. Blech! From now on, the hair gets braided or put up in a bun for walking. It is too long to just ponytail, any longer. You should have seen the tangles I had to work out of my hair when I got home. Not good. :P
I was so stiff I could barely move, earlier but I am loosening up and getting around a lot better, now. I recover faster and better than I used to. Yes, this walk wiped me but not as bad as shorter, easier ones did, when I started walking last year. Hell, at my heaviest, just going to the grocery store and walking down and back up my stairs once would make me feel as if I had been taken out back and had the shit kicked out of me.
I think I am in better shape than I was, then. :D
Okay, 'nuff of that. You are probably bored stupid. lol
It is windy as hell, again today and now it is getting overcast. This weather is weird, this year. It actually feels a little cool, in the wind, especially. I have a window open but no fans on, right now.
Okay, I guess I have chattered myself out, for now. I'll talk to you later. :)
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Fucking Gallbladder!
My friends... Your comments, today. I read them over and over and I want to cry, every time. They fill me.
We went out to the lake today to walk. The trails that got all soggy in the last storm are dry and good to go and we walked our usual two miles on Normal Trail. Before we left, I installed Pandora on my phone, grabbed my ass sucking earbuds and off I went. The music was great. I love having it in my ears as I walk. I walked faster, with a longer stride and didn't think about distance or time. I just lost myself in rhythm and moved out. As I approached the tail of the trail, Coldplay was Talk ing in my ear and I just started to run. I couldn't go far or long, but I did go longer and farther than I ever have before. And I went a little faster, with a longer stride and a little bounce in my step. Damn! It was fun! I pushed myself a little, then naturally dropped back to a walk. As I continued to walk, I felt great and I also felt sad. I wanted to just run and run and run.
I never thought I would feel like that. I think I have had a tiny taste of how it feels to be a runner. And I would like more, please.
One day. I must be patient. I must do what I can. A little here, a little there and one day, maybe I will be able to run a few miles at a time. That would be so freaking amazing. To run a 5K one day...
But no more running for me until after I have this fucking gallbladder out. As I was walking back, after turning at the end of the trail the pain hit me hard, in my right side. I tried to ignore it, stretch a little and keep going. That usually works for me but not today. Today it brought me to a dead stop. I dug my hand in hard under my ribcage and just stood there, controlling my breathing and closed my eyes, willing it to just calmdowncalmdowncalmdown. It did, eventually and I was able to finish my walk strong.
I want to get below 250 and get that fucking thing out. The faster, the better. I am over this bullshit. The almost constant low-grade in the background nausea, the pain... Enough, allfrakkingready! Blech!
Say, does anyone have an Android powered smartphone with Pandora on it? I think I turned it off by backing up and going back to home... But I wasn't certain. When I got home, I felt so doubtful about it that I uninstalled Pandora. I am not worried about data usage, I have unlimited data. But Pandora is a battery sucking vampire and I didn't want it running in the background, constantly draining my battery or possibly interfering with other functions. So... My question is, is backing up and going to Home enough to get out of Pandora when you have it playing on your phone? I didn't see a spot to touch to turn it off. I know... I am pathetic and so tech stupid, it isn't funny! lol
Freedom by George Michael is a fabulous walk song. As is Talk by Coldplay. Ordinary World by Duran Duran. Here I Go, Again by Whitesnake... (shut up! I know that you listen to shit I could laugh at you about, too... ;))
Okay, I am now hungry and ready for a little din-din. Don't know what I am going to have. Hmmm...
We went out to the lake today to walk. The trails that got all soggy in the last storm are dry and good to go and we walked our usual two miles on Normal Trail. Before we left, I installed Pandora on my phone, grabbed my ass sucking earbuds and off I went. The music was great. I love having it in my ears as I walk. I walked faster, with a longer stride and didn't think about distance or time. I just lost myself in rhythm and moved out. As I approached the tail of the trail, Coldplay was Talk ing in my ear and I just started to run. I couldn't go far or long, but I did go longer and farther than I ever have before. And I went a little faster, with a longer stride and a little bounce in my step. Damn! It was fun! I pushed myself a little, then naturally dropped back to a walk. As I continued to walk, I felt great and I also felt sad. I wanted to just run and run and run.
I never thought I would feel like that. I think I have had a tiny taste of how it feels to be a runner. And I would like more, please.
One day. I must be patient. I must do what I can. A little here, a little there and one day, maybe I will be able to run a few miles at a time. That would be so freaking amazing. To run a 5K one day...
But no more running for me until after I have this fucking gallbladder out. As I was walking back, after turning at the end of the trail the pain hit me hard, in my right side. I tried to ignore it, stretch a little and keep going. That usually works for me but not today. Today it brought me to a dead stop. I dug my hand in hard under my ribcage and just stood there, controlling my breathing and closed my eyes, willing it to just calmdowncalmdowncalmdown. It did, eventually and I was able to finish my walk strong.
I want to get below 250 and get that fucking thing out. The faster, the better. I am over this bullshit. The almost constant low-grade in the background nausea, the pain... Enough, allfrakkingready! Blech!
Say, does anyone have an Android powered smartphone with Pandora on it? I think I turned it off by backing up and going back to home... But I wasn't certain. When I got home, I felt so doubtful about it that I uninstalled Pandora. I am not worried about data usage, I have unlimited data. But Pandora is a battery sucking vampire and I didn't want it running in the background, constantly draining my battery or possibly interfering with other functions. So... My question is, is backing up and going to Home enough to get out of Pandora when you have it playing on your phone? I didn't see a spot to touch to turn it off. I know... I am pathetic and so tech stupid, it isn't funny! lol
Freedom by George Michael is a fabulous walk song. As is Talk by Coldplay. Ordinary World by Duran Duran. Here I Go, Again by Whitesnake... (shut up! I know that you listen to shit I could laugh at you about, too... ;))
Okay, I am now hungry and ready for a little din-din. Don't know what I am going to have. Hmmm...
Thursday, February 17, 2011
And... Breathe!
Thank you for your comments, encouragement and understanding. I really felt the love and the care and it meant so much to me. I wanted to weep, reading your words. Thank you for giving them to me. I needed them so much. ***hugs all around!***
That walk was just what I needed. A fast, hard two miles on the trails out at the lake. Sometimes, I just need to expel some energy, get out, beat my bod up a little. Let my mind drift and breathe the fresh, crisp air and walk against the wind. I feel a little better. Clearer. And the extra exercise felt good, too. :D
It was chilly out there, today. I though it was a little warmer than it was. By the time we got out there, the sun was setting and the wind had freshened. The temps were in the forties, the wind made it feel colder. I swiftly regretted my short sleeved top. lol My poor forearms were cold and covered with goosebumps, my hands were red and cold. If we go tomorrow, and I hope we do, I will be sure to wear long sleeves and gloves. :D But I didn't let that deter me. I just walked and stomped and huffed and puffed and blew my mental house down.
On the way back, we were nearing the turn to go up to the car and the Western horizon was so beautiful. The sun had set behind what passes for mountains around here and the wisps of mares' tails were crisp white, molten silver and shades of pink, lavender and slate blue. Jet contrails were brilliant silver slashes across the faded, pale blue sky. The hills were purple, mauve and grey. The water in the lake was deep silver grey and ruffled by the wind. The surface covered with ducks, riding the tiny swells, paddling madly and bobbing their little heads below the surface, looking for their dinner.
I was so happy to get in the car! Boy was I cold. Between being too lightly dressed and sweaty, I was more than ready to get out of that wind. I slarked down my entire Sub Zero bottle (one quart, if I remember correctly) of water on the way home. When I got home, I get right into a hot shower. Boy, did it feel good. :D All warm and happy, I finished making dinner and enjoyed baked chicken, green beans and a light cauliflower cheese kind of dish inspired by a recipe I read on Lyn's blog. Nom, nom, nom. I need to further refine the cauliflower cheese recipe, but I think that with a little tweakage, I have hit on a winner. I'll post it, when I get it just right. It is surprisingly yummy, rich and low in calories. Total win. :D
I think I am going to sleep well, tonight. lol Two workouts have about done me in. But in a good way. I need to do this more often. :D
Okay, I am going to read new blog posts. I'll yap at you all, soon.
That walk was just what I needed. A fast, hard two miles on the trails out at the lake. Sometimes, I just need to expel some energy, get out, beat my bod up a little. Let my mind drift and breathe the fresh, crisp air and walk against the wind. I feel a little better. Clearer. And the extra exercise felt good, too. :D
It was chilly out there, today. I though it was a little warmer than it was. By the time we got out there, the sun was setting and the wind had freshened. The temps were in the forties, the wind made it feel colder. I swiftly regretted my short sleeved top. lol My poor forearms were cold and covered with goosebumps, my hands were red and cold. If we go tomorrow, and I hope we do, I will be sure to wear long sleeves and gloves. :D But I didn't let that deter me. I just walked and stomped and huffed and puffed and blew my mental house down.
On the way back, we were nearing the turn to go up to the car and the Western horizon was so beautiful. The sun had set behind what passes for mountains around here and the wisps of mares' tails were crisp white, molten silver and shades of pink, lavender and slate blue. Jet contrails were brilliant silver slashes across the faded, pale blue sky. The hills were purple, mauve and grey. The water in the lake was deep silver grey and ruffled by the wind. The surface covered with ducks, riding the tiny swells, paddling madly and bobbing their little heads below the surface, looking for their dinner.
I was so happy to get in the car! Boy was I cold. Between being too lightly dressed and sweaty, I was more than ready to get out of that wind. I slarked down my entire Sub Zero bottle (one quart, if I remember correctly) of water on the way home. When I got home, I get right into a hot shower. Boy, did it feel good. :D All warm and happy, I finished making dinner and enjoyed baked chicken, green beans and a light cauliflower cheese kind of dish inspired by a recipe I read on Lyn's blog. Nom, nom, nom. I need to further refine the cauliflower cheese recipe, but I think that with a little tweakage, I have hit on a winner. I'll post it, when I get it just right. It is surprisingly yummy, rich and low in calories. Total win. :D
I think I am going to sleep well, tonight. lol Two workouts have about done me in. But in a good way. I need to do this more often. :D
Okay, I am going to read new blog posts. I'll yap at you all, soon.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Tired, Tonight
Yawn! When Willy Dog got home from work, we went out to the lake and did two miles. It felt good to get out and walk on the trails. The last time we were out there was Christmas Day. There were only a few others out there, I was expecting the trails to be busier, since it was a perfect afternoon for a walk. Sunny, breezy and sixty-five degrees.
I was walking along the lower tail of Normal Trail and found myself longing to run so I allowed myself to run a little. I still can't go very fast and and can't go very long, but I ran a little and when I felt like dropping back to a walk, I pushed myself to run just a little farther before resuming my walk pace. A part of me really, really wants to run. And run and run. I know that it is unlikely I will ever be able to run for any real distance, due to my hips and knees but a little now and then might be good for me. I am going to try to run a little every time I go out to the trails.
Food was much. much better, today. 1220 calories and I almost got all of my water, too. So, yeah... Better.
Yes, I will post pictures when I do finally get a chance to go have my hair done. :D
I was walking along the lower tail of Normal Trail and found myself longing to run so I allowed myself to run a little. I still can't go very fast and and can't go very long, but I ran a little and when I felt like dropping back to a walk, I pushed myself to run just a little farther before resuming my walk pace. A part of me really, really wants to run. And run and run. I know that it is unlikely I will ever be able to run for any real distance, due to my hips and knees but a little now and then might be good for me. I am going to try to run a little every time I go out to the trails.
Food was much. much better, today. 1220 calories and I almost got all of my water, too. So, yeah... Better.
Yes, I will post pictures when I do finally get a chance to go have my hair done. :D
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Earned My Christmas Dinner, Today
Hello dearlings. I hope that you are having/had a fabulous Christmas.
Mine was nice, tho busy. Housework, tons of laundry, Willy Dog did a little repair work on the TV stand and hooked the DVD player back up, I cooked dinner. Pookey cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher.
I decided that I needed to get some exercise and earn my Christmas dinner so I insisted that we go for a nice walk, today. After the housework was done and the dinner was in the oven, we all laced on our walking shoes and piled in the Jeep and went out to the lake and took a good, hard three mile walk on Kickass Trail. Amey, I thought about you, while we were out there. :) It felt good to get out there and really work the old legs. There were a lot of people out there, people alone and in pairs on bicycles, walking dogs, walking kids, large group families walking dogs and kids. I guess a lot of people had the same idea... Work off or earn some of that Christmas dinner. :D It was a gorgeous day for a walk, warm enough for short sleeves with a breeze to keep one from getting overheated. Lovely. I am not even all that mad that it didn't snow.
I ran a little bit, today. Granted, it was on a down slope and only for about a minute, but I did it. It felt good and I did much better than I did last Summer when I made an attempt. I wasn't shuffling, barely lifting my feet, barely moving forward. This time I actually put on a little speed, got my feet up and really moving. Unfortunately it hurt my poor hip. I still need to get more bulk off my frame before I am going to be able to run, again. But I know that I can. And I feel really proud of myself for trying it, again and actually doing it. :D
I am sitting at just over 1200 calories, including dinner for the day. I may have a sugar free cocoa, later and maybe a sugar free pudding or some popcorn. We'll see what I am in the mood for. Right now, I am still stuffed from dinner. I have just one more big tumbler to get my full four quarts of water down, not counting the 16 ounce bottle I took with me when I went to the lake.
Okay, I have to pee like a racehorse and check on the laundry. You know.. I don't think I am ever going to finish. I am waiting for Willy Dog to take his shower so that I can do up the last load of whites. *sigh* I wish he would get up off the sofa and do that. Dangit! I want to just get it done so that I don't have to hassle with it for a few days. It isn't as if he hasn't seen Home Alone 2 before. Fifty thousand times, before. :P
Mine was nice, tho busy. Housework, tons of laundry, Willy Dog did a little repair work on the TV stand and hooked the DVD player back up, I cooked dinner. Pookey cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher.
I decided that I needed to get some exercise and earn my Christmas dinner so I insisted that we go for a nice walk, today. After the housework was done and the dinner was in the oven, we all laced on our walking shoes and piled in the Jeep and went out to the lake and took a good, hard three mile walk on Kickass Trail. Amey, I thought about you, while we were out there. :) It felt good to get out there and really work the old legs. There were a lot of people out there, people alone and in pairs on bicycles, walking dogs, walking kids, large group families walking dogs and kids. I guess a lot of people had the same idea... Work off or earn some of that Christmas dinner. :D It was a gorgeous day for a walk, warm enough for short sleeves with a breeze to keep one from getting overheated. Lovely. I am not even all that mad that it didn't snow.
I ran a little bit, today. Granted, it was on a down slope and only for about a minute, but I did it. It felt good and I did much better than I did last Summer when I made an attempt. I wasn't shuffling, barely lifting my feet, barely moving forward. This time I actually put on a little speed, got my feet up and really moving. Unfortunately it hurt my poor hip. I still need to get more bulk off my frame before I am going to be able to run, again. But I know that I can. And I feel really proud of myself for trying it, again and actually doing it. :D
I am sitting at just over 1200 calories, including dinner for the day. I may have a sugar free cocoa, later and maybe a sugar free pudding or some popcorn. We'll see what I am in the mood for. Right now, I am still stuffed from dinner. I have just one more big tumbler to get my full four quarts of water down, not counting the 16 ounce bottle I took with me when I went to the lake.
Okay, I have to pee like a racehorse and check on the laundry. You know.. I don't think I am ever going to finish. I am waiting for Willy Dog to take his shower so that I can do up the last load of whites. *sigh* I wish he would get up off the sofa and do that. Dangit! I want to just get it done so that I don't have to hassle with it for a few days. It isn't as if he hasn't seen Home Alone 2 before. Fifty thousand times, before. :P
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
If a Well Fed Crotch is a Happy Crotch
Mine should be ecstatic. As I walked, today my crotch spent two miles eating the legs of my capris. They are so loose that the legs just get gobbled right up. My capris are getting so loose that not only are the legs and ass baggy, the crotch hangs down nice and low, too. At least they aren't falling down around my ankles. The waistlines are well tapered in and they stay up.
It is time to switch over to leggings. I have one pair and they are more fitted and should stay in place. I need to buy a few pair, in ankle and capri length for walking. Then I can leave my capris for around the house grubby work.
Husband clocked my new walk route for me in his work truck, since it has a trip odometer. It is just a few feet shy of one full mile. The odometer was just tipping to turn to one mile, so close enough. I figure that the driveway and the frontage road make up the last few feet. :D Hell, the driveway alone should be worth extra credit. lol
I guess Husband is over trying to eat healthier and exercise. I have tried but there is only so much I can do. He needs to do the rest. Eating food like he does and drinking that sugary soda is a huge mistake and with him being borderline diabetic, his health could go sharply downhill fast. But, I am not his mama. He is an adult and he can make his own choices. I can't make them for him. I will help him, if he wants me to. But I can't force him to into it.
Well, that is about all I have to yap about, right now.
May I just add that those blasted word verification when posting comments drive me in. sane! I hate those frakking things. I am always delighted when I get to comment without having to struggle with those things.
Okay, carry on. :)
It is time to switch over to leggings. I have one pair and they are more fitted and should stay in place. I need to buy a few pair, in ankle and capri length for walking. Then I can leave my capris for around the house grubby work.
Husband clocked my new walk route for me in his work truck, since it has a trip odometer. It is just a few feet shy of one full mile. The odometer was just tipping to turn to one mile, so close enough. I figure that the driveway and the frontage road make up the last few feet. :D Hell, the driveway alone should be worth extra credit. lol
I guess Husband is over trying to eat healthier and exercise. I have tried but there is only so much I can do. He needs to do the rest. Eating food like he does and drinking that sugary soda is a huge mistake and with him being borderline diabetic, his health could go sharply downhill fast. But, I am not his mama. He is an adult and he can make his own choices. I can't make them for him. I will help him, if he wants me to. But I can't force him to into it.
Well, that is about all I have to yap about, right now.
May I just add that those blasted word verification when posting comments drive me in. sane! I hate those frakking things. I am always delighted when I get to comment without having to struggle with those things.
Okay, carry on. :)
Monday, October 18, 2010
Woot!
I have 201 followers! Holy moley! I never thought that I would see the day that my little, badly written blog would have so many followers. I am overwhelmed by this and grateful and happy that you all wanted to follow little old me. <3
One of my new followers is a newer blogger. She is Orwellchick and like so many of us, she has a long, hard odyssey ahead of her. I know that I can count on you lovely people to go and show her some bloggy love and make her welcome. :D
Ew! We have been skunked, again. Dammit! Skunks belong out in the forest, not hanging out here in town, making us want to gag from their stink. That was one of the worst things about living up in Highland Pines, being skunked all the time. For quite a while after we moved her to town, skunks weren't all that much of a problem but in this last year it is as if they have decided to go urban. And, of course, the little fuckers loooove to spray when it is humid so that their malodourous emanations really have some serious hang time. that we can enjy it for a good, long time. *gag!!!*
I finally decided to stop waiting for the husband unit to get off his ass and join me for walking and I got dressed and took off for a nice walk by myself, this evening. I walked up Willow Creek to Country Park and turned around and came back. All the way out was uphill, some of it pretty hard uphill, especially for over three hundred pounds of fat broad. And I didn't just stroll, I kept up a brisk pace almost all the way out, slowing slightly at the last hard pull. Once I got to the light, I turned and cruised happily home. Golly, downhills are nice.
I got home, feeling very full of myself for taking a great walk and remembered that I still had to haul myself up The Driveway. (Insert deep, echoing voice, here.) You see, we have a longish, extremely steep driveway from the frontage road up to our condo. Going down, I had to be very careful, I could have easily fallen and rolled down, like a giant pink and blue bear rolling down a hill. Not pretty, or comfortable. lol When I got home, I stood at the foot of the drive, stared up and for a moment I decided that I would just live down there. Then I gathered my ballz and humped myself up that drive. I had to stop a couple of times but I made it. Then, when I got to my front door which I had left unlocked, I was locked out. I knew why, right away, as Husband's work truck was in the drive. So I got to stand outside my own home and ring the frakking doorbell to get let in. *seriously rolling my eyes, here*
So, it felt good to get out and I enjoyed being alone, no husband, no son. Just me, myself and I, my thoughts and the darkening sky, stars beginning to show in the deep, grey-blue sky, the moon riding low and it's light competing with the streetlights for attention. :)
I'm nicely tired, now and I should sleep well, tonight.
One of my new followers is a newer blogger. She is Orwellchick and like so many of us, she has a long, hard odyssey ahead of her. I know that I can count on you lovely people to go and show her some bloggy love and make her welcome. :D
Ew! We have been skunked, again. Dammit! Skunks belong out in the forest, not hanging out here in town, making us want to gag from their stink. That was one of the worst things about living up in Highland Pines, being skunked all the time. For quite a while after we moved her to town, skunks weren't all that much of a problem but in this last year it is as if they have decided to go urban. And, of course, the little fuckers loooove to spray when it is humid so that their malodourous emanations really have some serious hang time. that we can enjy it for a good, long time. *gag!!!*
I finally decided to stop waiting for the husband unit to get off his ass and join me for walking and I got dressed and took off for a nice walk by myself, this evening. I walked up Willow Creek to Country Park and turned around and came back. All the way out was uphill, some of it pretty hard uphill, especially for over three hundred pounds of fat broad. And I didn't just stroll, I kept up a brisk pace almost all the way out, slowing slightly at the last hard pull. Once I got to the light, I turned and cruised happily home. Golly, downhills are nice.
I got home, feeling very full of myself for taking a great walk and remembered that I still had to haul myself up The Driveway. (Insert deep, echoing voice, here.) You see, we have a longish, extremely steep driveway from the frontage road up to our condo. Going down, I had to be very careful, I could have easily fallen and rolled down, like a giant pink and blue bear rolling down a hill. Not pretty, or comfortable. lol When I got home, I stood at the foot of the drive, stared up and for a moment I decided that I would just live down there. Then I gathered my ballz and humped myself up that drive. I had to stop a couple of times but I made it. Then, when I got to my front door which I had left unlocked, I was locked out. I knew why, right away, as Husband's work truck was in the drive. So I got to stand outside my own home and ring the frakking doorbell to get let in. *seriously rolling my eyes, here*
So, it felt good to get out and I enjoyed being alone, no husband, no son. Just me, myself and I, my thoughts and the darkening sky, stars beginning to show in the deep, grey-blue sky, the moon riding low and it's light competing with the streetlights for attention. :)
I'm nicely tired, now and I should sleep well, tonight.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Three Words:
Fuck the Lake!
Seriously.
Husband and I decided to walk in the mornings, since getting out in the evenings is a logistical nightmare. And, figuring that the nasty clouds of bugs wouldn't be present in the A.M., we hit the trails. It was lovely and cool, and the air was clear of tiny, annoying winged creatures. Until the frakking sun came up. Then the bugs did, too.
Clouds of swirling, flying, nasty, horrible, fucking bugs. The walk to the end of Normal Trail was lovely.
The walk back to the car was a nightmare. A mile has never felt so long, in my entire life. I walked as fast as I could, arms flapping wildly in front of my face. I actually considered trying to run, just to get back to the car a little faster.
Ugh! Misery! The lake is out of the question until a good freeze settles the flying hoards.
It's a hell of a thing, having to choose to inhale bugs or car exhaust. I'll take the exhaust. It is more toxic than bugs, but far less unpleasant to walk through.
I like walking in the morning. I don't have to sit around all day, stewing about it, It is done. And so is my housework and I am on to laundry. I have had my first cup of Joe and am ready for number two and my brekkie.
And I need to get another load in the washer.
I want to thank all of you for your kind comments, words, commiseration and hints. *huge cyber hugs to all of you!!!!* This is why we need this community. When we hit a low, we have so many lovely people to flock to us, lift us up and help us through a dark patch. I for one, couldn't be doing this without all of you.
I had my freakout, yesterday, ate badly, pouted and sulked and basically acted like a brat. I am fine, today. Back on track, back to walking and renewed in mind and body. And ready to go forward. I know... I have been saying that a lot, lately. Guess it has been a bit of a rough patch. *rolling my eyes* A part of me is beyond jazzed that I have lost 75 pounds, so far. The other part is like, in a huge sulk because I still have so far to go. And I suppose one side was warring with the other, messing up my head and I was letting it happen, for my own, silly, yet unsussedout reasons.
Whatever. I am over that shit, now. :D And ready for the next 25 to get me under that big 300. That is my immediate goal, at present. Under 300.
Okay, I need to go put the first load in the dryer, get the next load in and make some eggs. I am in need of protein, this morning.
I'll talk to all of you loverly people and read your updates in a while.
Later, gators! :D
Seriously.
Husband and I decided to walk in the mornings, since getting out in the evenings is a logistical nightmare. And, figuring that the nasty clouds of bugs wouldn't be present in the A.M., we hit the trails. It was lovely and cool, and the air was clear of tiny, annoying winged creatures. Until the frakking sun came up. Then the bugs did, too.
Clouds of swirling, flying, nasty, horrible, fucking bugs. The walk to the end of Normal Trail was lovely.
The walk back to the car was a nightmare. A mile has never felt so long, in my entire life. I walked as fast as I could, arms flapping wildly in front of my face. I actually considered trying to run, just to get back to the car a little faster.
Ugh! Misery! The lake is out of the question until a good freeze settles the flying hoards.
It's a hell of a thing, having to choose to inhale bugs or car exhaust. I'll take the exhaust. It is more toxic than bugs, but far less unpleasant to walk through.
I like walking in the morning. I don't have to sit around all day, stewing about it, It is done. And so is my housework and I am on to laundry. I have had my first cup of Joe and am ready for number two and my brekkie.
And I need to get another load in the washer.
I want to thank all of you for your kind comments, words, commiseration and hints. *huge cyber hugs to all of you!!!!* This is why we need this community. When we hit a low, we have so many lovely people to flock to us, lift us up and help us through a dark patch. I for one, couldn't be doing this without all of you.
I had my freakout, yesterday, ate badly, pouted and sulked and basically acted like a brat. I am fine, today. Back on track, back to walking and renewed in mind and body. And ready to go forward. I know... I have been saying that a lot, lately. Guess it has been a bit of a rough patch. *rolling my eyes* A part of me is beyond jazzed that I have lost 75 pounds, so far. The other part is like, in a huge sulk because I still have so far to go. And I suppose one side was warring with the other, messing up my head and I was letting it happen, for my own, silly, yet unsussedout reasons.
Whatever. I am over that shit, now. :D And ready for the next 25 to get me under that big 300. That is my immediate goal, at present. Under 300.
Okay, I need to go put the first load in the dryer, get the next load in and make some eggs. I am in need of protein, this morning.
I'll talk to all of you loverly people and read your updates in a while.
Later, gators! :D
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Running Myself In, Again and... The Difference Between Overeating and Binging
Ah, that lovely feeling of soreness, the achy feet and stiff, sore hips. Thus are aspects of the running in. Breaking in and getting over the initial owies of getting back into an exercise program. I went through this in June, when I first started walking and I am rather pissed at myself that I am having to do it, again because I was Slacker Supreme for nineteen days.
Nineteen days. That is all it took to get almost back to the beginning with my physical conditioning. I am not all the way at the beginning, obviously... But I am amazed how just three weeks ruined me. Any fitness fades fast. You have to keep up with it and you have to work hard at it all the time. Because it is fleeting.
Record breaking heat again today. Blech! I am so over this! I am puffy. cranky, sweaty and all that shit and I just want the air to cool, already. Oh, and the nasty humidity that has decided to roll in? Maybe it can roll the hell back out, again? Thankyouverymuch!
I am riding the Puff Monster hard, right now. I am not even going to bother getting on my scale until that is over. I should depuff, pretty soon. Puff seems to cycle for me. And weighing myself when I am in full puff just doesn't make any sense, since I will only record a bounce. Bleargh!
I don't have "real" cycles, anymore thanks to my hysterectomy and oophrectomy almost twelve years ago. But my bod seems to have held on to it's memory of how to retain water. lol
Kristin at Kreating Kristin asked for guest posters on the subject of overeating versus binging. I kind of wanted to offer a guest post but the very thought of even going there scared the shit out of me and made me ask myself who the hell I think I am, presuming to contemplate such a thing. So, I will give my answer here.
There is a huge difference between overeating and binging. Overeating would be something along the lines of one too many slices of pizza, a second helping of mashed potatoes, half a bag of potato chips. A big, greasy cheeseburger, a large fry and a big chocolate milkshake. Eating patterns that will, in time pack a shit load of weight on your frame and turn your arteries to concrete, clog your heart with fat and stroke you out. Overeating is bad habits set in over the course of years. But it is reversible with some work and determination. I still overeat, now and then. But it doesn't scare me. I can and do make overeating my bitch.
Binging is an entirely different animal. Binging is frenzied. Binging is unthinking. Binging is fevered, desperate and wild. Binging is eating to forget. To dull pain. To numb ones self out. Binging is a drug. It is therapy. It is love. Binging is a headlong rush through the kitchen, store or drive through, gathering all the food one can carry, then consuming it in vast quantities until the pain is dulled and the screaming in your mind is quieted. Binging is stuffing yourself until you are high, soothed and calm. Artificially high, calm and soothed. Numb. Exquisitely, sweetly numb. Unable to feel. To think.
It is fleeting. And soon, the numb wears off. The high dissipates and the pain and the screaming in your mind returns. Your stomach begins to empty a little and you find yourself with an overwhelming urge to do it all again. Like a drug, binging is addictive, seductive and compelling. And it can be just as tough to kick out of your life. Binging scares the shit out of me. It shadows me. Binging haunts me, calls to me. When I experience an upset, when my husband lies to me or I get some bad news or my past demons try to rise and hassle me, I feel the need to feed. I want to run to the kitchen and stuff food. I want to eat and eat and eat until I feel sufficiently numb, punished, quieted. I want to eat until I am shaking, sick, disgusted with myself. I crave it. I crave the pain, both physical and emotional. I crave the mental chaos and the self recriminations. Most of all, I crave the numb. That fleeting moment of absolute peace I know that I can't allow myself to fall into that morass. No matter how much I might both dread and cry out for it. It is dangerous and it will kill me.
That is, in my experience the difference between overeating and binging.
Nineteen days. That is all it took to get almost back to the beginning with my physical conditioning. I am not all the way at the beginning, obviously... But I am amazed how just three weeks ruined me. Any fitness fades fast. You have to keep up with it and you have to work hard at it all the time. Because it is fleeting.
Record breaking heat again today. Blech! I am so over this! I am puffy. cranky, sweaty and all that shit and I just want the air to cool, already. Oh, and the nasty humidity that has decided to roll in? Maybe it can roll the hell back out, again? Thankyouverymuch!
I am riding the Puff Monster hard, right now. I am not even going to bother getting on my scale until that is over. I should depuff, pretty soon. Puff seems to cycle for me. And weighing myself when I am in full puff just doesn't make any sense, since I will only record a bounce. Bleargh!
I don't have "real" cycles, anymore thanks to my hysterectomy and oophrectomy almost twelve years ago. But my bod seems to have held on to it's memory of how to retain water. lol
Kristin at Kreating Kristin asked for guest posters on the subject of overeating versus binging. I kind of wanted to offer a guest post but the very thought of even going there scared the shit out of me and made me ask myself who the hell I think I am, presuming to contemplate such a thing. So, I will give my answer here.
There is a huge difference between overeating and binging. Overeating would be something along the lines of one too many slices of pizza, a second helping of mashed potatoes, half a bag of potato chips. A big, greasy cheeseburger, a large fry and a big chocolate milkshake. Eating patterns that will, in time pack a shit load of weight on your frame and turn your arteries to concrete, clog your heart with fat and stroke you out. Overeating is bad habits set in over the course of years. But it is reversible with some work and determination. I still overeat, now and then. But it doesn't scare me. I can and do make overeating my bitch.
Binging is an entirely different animal. Binging is frenzied. Binging is unthinking. Binging is fevered, desperate and wild. Binging is eating to forget. To dull pain. To numb ones self out. Binging is a drug. It is therapy. It is love. Binging is a headlong rush through the kitchen, store or drive through, gathering all the food one can carry, then consuming it in vast quantities until the pain is dulled and the screaming in your mind is quieted. Binging is stuffing yourself until you are high, soothed and calm. Artificially high, calm and soothed. Numb. Exquisitely, sweetly numb. Unable to feel. To think.
It is fleeting. And soon, the numb wears off. The high dissipates and the pain and the screaming in your mind returns. Your stomach begins to empty a little and you find yourself with an overwhelming urge to do it all again. Like a drug, binging is addictive, seductive and compelling. And it can be just as tough to kick out of your life. Binging scares the shit out of me. It shadows me. Binging haunts me, calls to me. When I experience an upset, when my husband lies to me or I get some bad news or my past demons try to rise and hassle me, I feel the need to feed. I want to run to the kitchen and stuff food. I want to eat and eat and eat until I feel sufficiently numb, punished, quieted. I want to eat until I am shaking, sick, disgusted with myself. I crave it. I crave the pain, both physical and emotional. I crave the mental chaos and the self recriminations. Most of all, I crave the numb. That fleeting moment of absolute peace I know that I can't allow myself to fall into that morass. No matter how much I might both dread and cry out for it. It is dangerous and it will kill me.
That is, in my experience the difference between overeating and binging.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
It Didn't Weigh Much, At All
Hair isn't as heavy as people would like to think it is. Even very long, thick hair isn't terribly heavy when piled up on a scale. My little ends trimmings didn't weight enough to register, really. Much less make any difference on the scale.
I need to take a hair pic, soon so I might post it here. We'll see what kind of a mood I am in. ^^
Sooo... I watched The Biggest Loser this morning. And I have to ask, "What the Fuck?????" You have got to be kidding me. This new weigh in system is a disaster in the making. It guarantees that the bigger, heavier contestants will dominate and the smaller, lighter ones will not stand a chance. The women are going to get decimated. And that jerk... What's his name (I need to learn everyone's names) picking... Shocker... Patrick. A man. Of course. Setting it up to be men against women. There are a few I am ready to see go. Now. And they are men. Arrogant asses.
I think that this season is going to piss me off. A lot. Which means I am going to be able to bitch and moan about it. A lot.
*Woof!*
My legs are sore, this A.M. Not terribly so, but I am feeling it. That is what I get for making BS excuses and slacking off for nineteen days. I have a legitimate excuse for a few of those days. The smoke was too thick to walk in. But the majority of it was just "I am too tired..." "It is getting too late..." "I have a headache..." "Dinner is ready and I don't want to eat too late..."Let's just take this night to relax and walk tomorrow..." "Let's just go tomorrow..." "Tomorrow.."
Yeah, big, steaming pile of bullshit.
Always fun to call myself on my bullshit.
It is going to be another hot one. 94 or so. It was like a Summer night when we walked, last night. It will be that way again, tonight. As long as we don't get attacked by bugs, I can deal. :D
So, I think I will sift through my blogroll and see what all you loverly people are up to, this morning.
I need to take a hair pic, soon so I might post it here. We'll see what kind of a mood I am in. ^^
Sooo... I watched The Biggest Loser this morning. And I have to ask, "What the Fuck?????" You have got to be kidding me. This new weigh in system is a disaster in the making. It guarantees that the bigger, heavier contestants will dominate and the smaller, lighter ones will not stand a chance. The women are going to get decimated. And that jerk... What's his name (I need to learn everyone's names) picking... Shocker... Patrick. A man. Of course. Setting it up to be men against women. There are a few I am ready to see go. Now. And they are men. Arrogant asses.
I think that this season is going to piss me off. A lot. Which means I am going to be able to bitch and moan about it. A lot.
*Woof!*
My legs are sore, this A.M. Not terribly so, but I am feeling it. That is what I get for making BS excuses and slacking off for nineteen days. I have a legitimate excuse for a few of those days. The smoke was too thick to walk in. But the majority of it was just "I am too tired..." "It is getting too late..." "I have a headache..." "Dinner is ready and I don't want to eat too late..."Let's just take this night to relax and walk tomorrow..." "Let's just go tomorrow..." "Tomorrow.."
Yeah, big, steaming pile of bullshit.
Always fun to call myself on my bullshit.
It is going to be another hot one. 94 or so. It was like a Summer night when we walked, last night. It will be that way again, tonight. As long as we don't get attacked by bugs, I can deal. :D
So, I think I will sift through my blogroll and see what all you loverly people are up to, this morning.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
After Nineteen Days
Nineteen days of smoke then stupid bullshit excuses, we finally got back out on the road, tonight. It felt good to doa brisk two miles, again. I am going to be a little sore, since my muscles aren't used to walking. But the soreness should pass quickly. I kept up a good pace, tonight and made myself carry my arms up at my waist and pump them, rather than let them hang down at my sides. Doing that with my arms lifted me up straightened my spine, made me walk with my head up, not looking at the ground, as I usually do. (All the better to pretend no one else is around... lol) Having my head up and looking forward is better.
Food is good, today. I am at 1195 calories. Not too shabby. :D
I decided to take a big step today and I cut a few layers in my hair. I am an all one length, no layers, no bangs kinda girl but I had a little sticky, damaged hair on my ends on my upper layer of hair from my henna removal disaster a couple of years ago and I just wanted that last little bit of crap ends gone for good and all. My under layer is great, all virgin hair and didn't need trimming, since I have no split ends or breakage or anything. (No sense in trimming hair that doesn't need it.) I did a layer at my ends all the way across by separating the upper layer, combing it straight up, wrapping a hair tie tightly around the pony and pulling it straight up until just the ends were sticking out. Then I just cut my ends off at the top of the hair tie. I made sure it was all level and as even as possible then turned my hair loose, finger combed it, combed it with my comb and checked it in the mirror. I liked the layering in the back... It looks beveled and my ends were all swingy and had nice movement. But the front wasn't as beveled, so I repeated the process with just the hair in front. let it loose and had slightly shorter, slightly more layered ends on either side. Then, I looked carefully for any longer bits that didn't blend in, picked them carefully out and snipped them to match their friends and I was done. The whole process only took a few minutes and I am pretty happy with the result. My hair isn't any shorter, in the back but I have finally closed a painful chapter in my hair's history once and for all.
Now... I just have to grow out and trim away the layers. lol
Yawn! I should sleep well, tonight. :D
Food is good, today. I am at 1195 calories. Not too shabby. :D
I decided to take a big step today and I cut a few layers in my hair. I am an all one length, no layers, no bangs kinda girl but I had a little sticky, damaged hair on my ends on my upper layer of hair from my henna removal disaster a couple of years ago and I just wanted that last little bit of crap ends gone for good and all. My under layer is great, all virgin hair and didn't need trimming, since I have no split ends or breakage or anything. (No sense in trimming hair that doesn't need it.) I did a layer at my ends all the way across by separating the upper layer, combing it straight up, wrapping a hair tie tightly around the pony and pulling it straight up until just the ends were sticking out. Then I just cut my ends off at the top of the hair tie. I made sure it was all level and as even as possible then turned my hair loose, finger combed it, combed it with my comb and checked it in the mirror. I liked the layering in the back... It looks beveled and my ends were all swingy and had nice movement. But the front wasn't as beveled, so I repeated the process with just the hair in front. let it loose and had slightly shorter, slightly more layered ends on either side. Then, I looked carefully for any longer bits that didn't blend in, picked them carefully out and snipped them to match their friends and I was done. The whole process only took a few minutes and I am pretty happy with the result. My hair isn't any shorter, in the back but I have finally closed a painful chapter in my hair's history once and for all.
Now... I just have to grow out and trim away the layers. lol
Yawn! I should sleep well, tonight. :D
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Creepy-Crawly
Good Thursday morning gentle readers. I hope that you all had a great day yesterday. I was reading, just didn't post or comment much. Wasn't feeling all that chatty, I guess. :)
Yesterday was a good day, calories were right on target and I got in a two miler. The weather has changed. We awoke to a stuffy day, hot, humid and cloudy, then the wind suddenly shifted and the clouds and humidity and heat just blew away. The skies cleared, the air dried out and the breeze lasted all day and it was a perfect, late Summer day. Warm but not hot, not humid... Just perfect. It cooled down pretty rapidly as the sun sank and I actually had to wear a sleeved top on my walk, last night. And I was able to sleep, curled cosily under my flannel duvet, last night. :D
I want to address a problem that some of you might be able to identify with. Creepy-crawly. As in, you have lost some poundage but you are still wearing the same capri pants to go walking in. And as you walk, the legs of said capris ride up, bunch oh-so-attractively between your legs, exposing your fish belly white calves and fat knees as you trudge along a busy main drag. What is really fun is knowing that all the occupants in all the cars lined up at the red light as you roll on by with your bunchy, riding up capris are probably pointing and laughing. And then... You do it.
The Lift and Shake.
Come on. I know you do it. Admit it. The bunchy, ridden up fabric has driven you to distraction and you just can't take it anymore so, you slow and as "sneakily" as possible ('cause it is possible to be really sneaky on the side of a major street at seven in the evening under a bright streetlight) lift one leg and shake and shimmy to get all that fabric back down where it belongs. Then, you pick up your pace and, ponytail swinging wildly pretend that it never happened.
And repeat about every tenth mile or so. Ahhh... Humiliation. When combined with car exhaust is a heady combination in which I suggest everyone partake on a regular basis. lol
Soooo... Yes. It is Thursday. And yes... I jumped on my scale. ***I freely admit that I was considering skipping this week's weigh in.*** And the verdict is: 333.6. Down 4.4 overall from last week. I figured it out (with my calculator, numbers make my brain melt) that 2.8 of that was most likely puff leaving me with a fat loss of 1.6 pounds. Not stellar. But, considering some of the less than optimal choices I made in the last week, not too shabby, either. 1.6 pounds is certainly not a fail and I will take it. :D
My cat is a weirdo.
It is only supposed to get up to 77 degrees, today. Then climb to a high of 88 on Tuesday then drop, again. I love days like this. :D
Okay, that is all I can think of to natter about, at the moment. I think I will go search out some brekkie. I'll catch all of you losers (and I mean losers in the best sense! :D <3 :D) later.
Oh! Speaking of losers... Fans of The Biggest Loser, heads up! The season premier is on Tuesday, the Twenty-First on NBC. Check your local listings for times, in your time zone. :D It starts at seven, around here. Okay, now I am going.
Ice Queen out.
Yesterday was a good day, calories were right on target and I got in a two miler. The weather has changed. We awoke to a stuffy day, hot, humid and cloudy, then the wind suddenly shifted and the clouds and humidity and heat just blew away. The skies cleared, the air dried out and the breeze lasted all day and it was a perfect, late Summer day. Warm but not hot, not humid... Just perfect. It cooled down pretty rapidly as the sun sank and I actually had to wear a sleeved top on my walk, last night. And I was able to sleep, curled cosily under my flannel duvet, last night. :D
I want to address a problem that some of you might be able to identify with. Creepy-crawly. As in, you have lost some poundage but you are still wearing the same capri pants to go walking in. And as you walk, the legs of said capris ride up, bunch oh-so-attractively between your legs, exposing your fish belly white calves and fat knees as you trudge along a busy main drag. What is really fun is knowing that all the occupants in all the cars lined up at the red light as you roll on by with your bunchy, riding up capris are probably pointing and laughing. And then... You do it.
The Lift and Shake.
Come on. I know you do it. Admit it. The bunchy, ridden up fabric has driven you to distraction and you just can't take it anymore so, you slow and as "sneakily" as possible ('cause it is possible to be really sneaky on the side of a major street at seven in the evening under a bright streetlight) lift one leg and shake and shimmy to get all that fabric back down where it belongs. Then, you pick up your pace and, ponytail swinging wildly pretend that it never happened.
And repeat about every tenth mile or so. Ahhh... Humiliation. When combined with car exhaust is a heady combination in which I suggest everyone partake on a regular basis. lol
Soooo... Yes. It is Thursday. And yes... I jumped on my scale. ***I freely admit that I was considering skipping this week's weigh in.*** And the verdict is: 333.6. Down 4.4 overall from last week. I figured it out (with my calculator, numbers make my brain melt) that 2.8 of that was most likely puff leaving me with a fat loss of 1.6 pounds. Not stellar. But, considering some of the less than optimal choices I made in the last week, not too shabby, either. 1.6 pounds is certainly not a fail and I will take it. :D
My cat is a weirdo.
It is only supposed to get up to 77 degrees, today. Then climb to a high of 88 on Tuesday then drop, again. I love days like this. :D
Okay, that is all I can think of to natter about, at the moment. I think I will go search out some brekkie. I'll catch all of you losers (and I mean losers in the best sense! :D <3 :D) later.
Oh! Speaking of losers... Fans of The Biggest Loser, heads up! The season premier is on Tuesday, the Twenty-First on NBC. Check your local listings for times, in your time zone. :D It starts at seven, around here. Okay, now I am going.
Ice Queen out.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Goodbye Summer
Well, my little rainbows, it is Labour Day. You know what that means. Goodbye Summer.
Now, I know that technically, Summer is still on and in full swing until the 21 of this month. (Or is it the 22nd, this year?) But for me, once Labour Day is done, so is Summer. I go into full on Autumn mode. I start dragging out Fall stuff, planning my Fall decor, washing the warmer bedding, (even tho it is still yukky hot, at night lol) going through my little wardrobe, making sure that I have warm to wear. This year, when it gets cold, I will have more warm to wear... Stuff that has been stashed away for a long time because I had grown too fat for it. :D
It is Monsoon weather, today. Humidity blew back in and great rafts of grey clouds keep floating across the sky. But they aren't coming together and I suspect that no storms are in the offing. Which is good, since we need to go walk, later and Husband is freaky about walking in storms.
I don't want to jinx myself but I am a little, no a lot happy at how much better my hips have been feeling, lately. I don't know what I am doing right. But I am not in as much pain and walking is easier. Now, I don't know if this will last or for how long, but you can bet I am incredibly grateful for it, as long as it does.
Food is really good, today. I think I finally have the calories solidly back in my target range. I was a tad freaked out when I was letting them creep up, but it is good to know that when they do, I have the tools and skills to pull them back where they need to be. That feels very much like a "normal" kind of attitude towards food and calorie intake. And it really isn't that Earth shatteringly difficult. I am very pleased that I didn't let myself spiral out of control, start eating like nut and start gaining weight, again. Another hurdle cleared. Not saying here that I will never get out of control or gain any weight, but I think I am getting a good handle on the whole keeping it level concept. :D
Draz, I wasn't trashing myself in that post. I was talking about some inner dialog and the fact that I told it to STFU. :D
Husband wants to go walking earlier. Nuh-uh! No way. No how. Mama doesn't do heat exhaustion. He doesn't like it all that much, but tough shit. This is about what I want, my exercise and he can just suck it up and accept it. He doesn't get to control absolutely everything.
Now, I know that technically, Summer is still on and in full swing until the 21 of this month. (Or is it the 22nd, this year?) But for me, once Labour Day is done, so is Summer. I go into full on Autumn mode. I start dragging out Fall stuff, planning my Fall decor, washing the warmer bedding, (even tho it is still yukky hot, at night lol) going through my little wardrobe, making sure that I have warm to wear. This year, when it gets cold, I will have more warm to wear... Stuff that has been stashed away for a long time because I had grown too fat for it. :D
It is Monsoon weather, today. Humidity blew back in and great rafts of grey clouds keep floating across the sky. But they aren't coming together and I suspect that no storms are in the offing. Which is good, since we need to go walk, later and Husband is freaky about walking in storms.
I don't want to jinx myself but I am a little, no a lot happy at how much better my hips have been feeling, lately. I don't know what I am doing right. But I am not in as much pain and walking is easier. Now, I don't know if this will last or for how long, but you can bet I am incredibly grateful for it, as long as it does.
Food is really good, today. I think I finally have the calories solidly back in my target range. I was a tad freaked out when I was letting them creep up, but it is good to know that when they do, I have the tools and skills to pull them back where they need to be. That feels very much like a "normal" kind of attitude towards food and calorie intake. And it really isn't that Earth shatteringly difficult. I am very pleased that I didn't let myself spiral out of control, start eating like nut and start gaining weight, again. Another hurdle cleared. Not saying here that I will never get out of control or gain any weight, but I think I am getting a good handle on the whole keeping it level concept. :D
Draz, I wasn't trashing myself in that post. I was talking about some inner dialog and the fact that I told it to STFU. :D
Husband wants to go walking earlier. Nuh-uh! No way. No how. Mama doesn't do heat exhaustion. He doesn't like it all that much, but tough shit. This is about what I want, my exercise and he can just suck it up and accept it. He doesn't get to control absolutely everything.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Slowing My Roll
You know how it goes... The creep. The slow, steady, ultimately disastrous creep.
You have a target calorie range. A range in which you feel well, the weight is slipping away or you are nicely maintaining.
Then it happens...
The creep.
One day. you eat at the low end of your range, feeling all smug, in control and right with the world. Your inner dialog is good and you are rocking the Casaba. Then, one day, you realise, much to your surprise and dismay you have somehow done the creep. And looking back, you realise just how insidious and comfortable it all was.
Your calories come in about mid range, one day. Don't worry about it! You tell yourself, "I am still in my target calorie range. It's all good. Don't worry about it." But a sneaky, tiny little voice is beginning to whisper, oh-so-softly around the edges of your brain, "You loser. You are spinning out of control and you don't even know it."
A day or two later, your calories are even higher. Top of your range. You are still justifying it by reminding yourself that you are actually still on track.
Technically.
And the little voice is getting stronger and reminding you that you are a big, fat, stupid, worthless, idiot of a failure. That you can't do this because as usual, you are spiraling down into your marass of disordered eating and you will gain all of your weight back and even more and you are in trouble.
And there is some truth to what the voice is whispering, then speaking, then shouting in your ear.
Then you look back at your written daily calorie and exercise log and OMG!!! You have been kissing and even doing the nasty with 2000 calories.
And the voice is at full volume and it is screaming at you. And you are listening to it. And it is making sense and you believe it and you think, What the fuck? Might as well. I am a failure. I lost some weight, but this is the time that I need to go ahead and run for the hills and screw this entire process into the ground and just accept my fate."
Time to dial it back. Time to slow your roll and get back in your chosen calorie range.
So, over the next couple of days, the calorie counts are falling nicely, you are back out on the road, clocking your two miles a day and you are not thinking that you are a loser and a failure and stupid and worthless. In fact, you are feeling pretty damned good. And good about yourself. You feel powerful, back in control and happy to be alive and feeling good.
And the voice?
You have told it to STFU. And chained the bitch in the storage room behind the garage with a roll of duct tape holding it's big, fat mouth shut. :D
Yeah, in case you didn't already guess, that has been the last week, for yours truly. lol
Our walk tonight was pretty nice. We did get attacked by a bunch of little beetle type bugs for a short stretch, but the didn't haunt our entire walk. Unlike the swirling swarms of gnats out at the lake.
The humidity has rolled back in and the Monsoon is thinking of firing back up. If we have to put up with the humidity, I would love, love, love some rain to go with it.
No special plans for the holiday weekend. It would have been nice to go out for a ride or something...
You have a target calorie range. A range in which you feel well, the weight is slipping away or you are nicely maintaining.
Then it happens...
The creep.
One day. you eat at the low end of your range, feeling all smug, in control and right with the world. Your inner dialog is good and you are rocking the Casaba. Then, one day, you realise, much to your surprise and dismay you have somehow done the creep. And looking back, you realise just how insidious and comfortable it all was.
Your calories come in about mid range, one day. Don't worry about it! You tell yourself, "I am still in my target calorie range. It's all good. Don't worry about it." But a sneaky, tiny little voice is beginning to whisper, oh-so-softly around the edges of your brain, "You loser. You are spinning out of control and you don't even know it."
A day or two later, your calories are even higher. Top of your range. You are still justifying it by reminding yourself that you are actually still on track.
Technically.
And the little voice is getting stronger and reminding you that you are a big, fat, stupid, worthless, idiot of a failure. That you can't do this because as usual, you are spiraling down into your marass of disordered eating and you will gain all of your weight back and even more and you are in trouble.
And there is some truth to what the voice is whispering, then speaking, then shouting in your ear.
Then you look back at your written daily calorie and exercise log and OMG!!! You have been kissing and even doing the nasty with 2000 calories.
And the voice is at full volume and it is screaming at you. And you are listening to it. And it is making sense and you believe it and you think, What the fuck? Might as well. I am a failure. I lost some weight, but this is the time that I need to go ahead and run for the hills and screw this entire process into the ground and just accept my fate."
Time to dial it back. Time to slow your roll and get back in your chosen calorie range.
So, over the next couple of days, the calorie counts are falling nicely, you are back out on the road, clocking your two miles a day and you are not thinking that you are a loser and a failure and stupid and worthless. In fact, you are feeling pretty damned good. And good about yourself. You feel powerful, back in control and happy to be alive and feeling good.
And the voice?
You have told it to STFU. And chained the bitch in the storage room behind the garage with a roll of duct tape holding it's big, fat mouth shut. :D
Yeah, in case you didn't already guess, that has been the last week, for yours truly. lol
Our walk tonight was pretty nice. We did get attacked by a bunch of little beetle type bugs for a short stretch, but the didn't haunt our entire walk. Unlike the swirling swarms of gnats out at the lake.
The humidity has rolled back in and the Monsoon is thinking of firing back up. If we have to put up with the humidity, I would love, love, love some rain to go with it.
No special plans for the holiday weekend. It would have been nice to go out for a ride or something...
Friday, September 3, 2010
A Great Walk, Tonight
Well, tonight was our first walk on Willow Creek Road on the sidewalk. I have to say, I really liked it. The sidewalk is smooth and even, there are streetlights so the entire way is well lit and feels safe. We walked from the Fry's parking lot to the Circle K. It is just a little over a mile, one way. About a mile and a tenth, but I don't quibble over tenths so, I just call it a mile up and a mile back for a total of two.
The walk up is literally up. It is uphill, all the way. The climb is gradual and long, it isn't as if we are struggling up a steep, hard climb. But I can definitely feel it. I am nicely challenged but not made to feel as if I am working too hard. Then, we turn and burn back and it is all downhill. It's nice and easy and I can really put the pedal to the metal and put on some speed.
My only complaint about walking this way is all of the exhaust from the cars. Willow Creek Road is a main drag through Prescott and has pretty heavy traffic. By the time we got back to the car, I had an irritated throat and was coughing. It took a while for the coughing to stop. My throat is still a little unhappy. I need to carry water with me and drink, while I walk. I expect that in time I'll get used to it.
I didn't binge. Calories are good at 1500 and a little change. Not too bad for a day I feared was going to be really. really. baaaad. :D And yes, I credit you all, your support and your blogs for helping to pull me through this day. I would be in trouble without all of you.
Well, I am tired and blogged out. I think I will catch up on unread blogs and call it a night.
Goodnight, my friends. Sleep well and have sweet dreams. And if you are weighing in the morning, I hope it is gooood.
The walk up is literally up. It is uphill, all the way. The climb is gradual and long, it isn't as if we are struggling up a steep, hard climb. But I can definitely feel it. I am nicely challenged but not made to feel as if I am working too hard. Then, we turn and burn back and it is all downhill. It's nice and easy and I can really put the pedal to the metal and put on some speed.
My only complaint about walking this way is all of the exhaust from the cars. Willow Creek Road is a main drag through Prescott and has pretty heavy traffic. By the time we got back to the car, I had an irritated throat and was coughing. It took a while for the coughing to stop. My throat is still a little unhappy. I need to carry water with me and drink, while I walk. I expect that in time I'll get used to it.
I didn't binge. Calories are good at 1500 and a little change. Not too bad for a day I feared was going to be really. really. baaaad. :D And yes, I credit you all, your support and your blogs for helping to pull me through this day. I would be in trouble without all of you.
Well, I am tired and blogged out. I think I will catch up on unread blogs and call it a night.
Goodnight, my friends. Sleep well and have sweet dreams. And if you are weighing in the morning, I hope it is gooood.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Just a Quickie, Tonight
Hello all. :D
I am just doing a quick entry to document a good day. Food is nicely on track and we went and did two miles on Normal Trail. The walk was nice, but the evening wasn't as heavenly as last night. The bugs were back. And a tarantula popped out on the trail, right in front of Son as he walked along. Son freaked out, jumped back and flapped his hands. (It really is the funniest thing...lololol) and Husband stood there, staring at the thing as if it were about to eat him. With some remark about the two being a couple of pussies, I walked on around the thing and finally, my two big, strong men managed to make their way around the spider and quickly pass me, all fast and macho, once again.
The tarantula, smiling smugly, his job done, turned and headed back off the trail in the same direction he had come.
The sun is setting a lot earlier, now. The sky was a deep grey, with just a hint of yellow and gold and lavender in the West as we finished up our walk. The creatures who inhabit the lake were settling in for the night. Groups of water birds, extended in graceful flight were circling, looking for the perfect spot to crash until morning and frogs were ribbiting all around the shore.
I am tired, tonight. I think I might sleep really well, tonight.
I am just doing a quick entry to document a good day. Food is nicely on track and we went and did two miles on Normal Trail. The walk was nice, but the evening wasn't as heavenly as last night. The bugs were back. And a tarantula popped out on the trail, right in front of Son as he walked along. Son freaked out, jumped back and flapped his hands. (It really is the funniest thing...lololol) and Husband stood there, staring at the thing as if it were about to eat him. With some remark about the two being a couple of pussies, I walked on around the thing and finally, my two big, strong men managed to make their way around the spider and quickly pass me, all fast and macho, once again.
The tarantula, smiling smugly, his job done, turned and headed back off the trail in the same direction he had come.
The sun is setting a lot earlier, now. The sky was a deep grey, with just a hint of yellow and gold and lavender in the West as we finished up our walk. The creatures who inhabit the lake were settling in for the night. Groups of water birds, extended in graceful flight were circling, looking for the perfect spot to crash until morning and frogs were ribbiting all around the shore.
I am tired, tonight. I think I might sleep really well, tonight.
Monday, August 30, 2010
This Chica is Going
I got in another two miles out at the lake, tonight, We decided to walk Kickass Trail instead of Normal Trail. Kickass has a long, steady, gradual climb on the way out, then a long, steep, windy downhill all the way to the bridge. We went nearly to the bridge and turned around. We wanted to go farther but it was getting dark and we had to skedaddle back to the Jeep.
I walked a fast pace, for me and I kept it up, even on the climbs. The climb out wasn't as difficult, since it is more gradual, but when we turned and went back up that long, steep, winding hill, I am ashamed to admit I had to stop for a moment. I started having trouble breathing and I was wheezing really bad. I slowed my pace slightly and made it to the top, then was able to recover as I humped it down the long downhill back to the car. I got a good workout on that walk and I felt great, when it was done. I think that we need to walk that trail more often. I really enjoy the challenge and I am a little cock a hoop that I can keep such a brisk pace while walking it.
The weather tonight was perfect for walking. Low seventies, a brisk breeze, low humidity and, blessing on top of blessings, no bugs!!! :D No gnats, no mosquitoes, no tarantulas. Why can't it be like that every time we go out there? lol
We met up with a few people, a younger gal with her little boy and a dog. She had on black capris and across her generously rounded booty was the words "rock star". Now, I ask you, why do people run around in pants with lettering across their ass? lol We met up with Lance and Lancette Wannabe on their bicycles, riding far too fast on trails shared with foot traffic. We saw the gal with the long dark ponytail that always jogs and another walker. A man about our age, walking in the same direction we were. He must have been parked down at Heritage Park.
I am very nicely on track. In fact my calories are a little low. I have room for a snack, if I so desire.
Well, my little chickadees, I am out of stuff to talk abut, right now. So. I'll natter at you all later.
Have a great night. :D
I walked a fast pace, for me and I kept it up, even on the climbs. The climb out wasn't as difficult, since it is more gradual, but when we turned and went back up that long, steep, winding hill, I am ashamed to admit I had to stop for a moment. I started having trouble breathing and I was wheezing really bad. I slowed my pace slightly and made it to the top, then was able to recover as I humped it down the long downhill back to the car. I got a good workout on that walk and I felt great, when it was done. I think that we need to walk that trail more often. I really enjoy the challenge and I am a little cock a hoop that I can keep such a brisk pace while walking it.
The weather tonight was perfect for walking. Low seventies, a brisk breeze, low humidity and, blessing on top of blessings, no bugs!!! :D No gnats, no mosquitoes, no tarantulas. Why can't it be like that every time we go out there? lol
We met up with a few people, a younger gal with her little boy and a dog. She had on black capris and across her generously rounded booty was the words "rock star". Now, I ask you, why do people run around in pants with lettering across their ass? lol We met up with Lance and Lancette Wannabe on their bicycles, riding far too fast on trails shared with foot traffic. We saw the gal with the long dark ponytail that always jogs and another walker. A man about our age, walking in the same direction we were. He must have been parked down at Heritage Park.
I am very nicely on track. In fact my calories are a little low. I have room for a snack, if I so desire.
Well, my little chickadees, I am out of stuff to talk abut, right now. So. I'll natter at you all later.
Have a great night. :D
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