Wednesday, September 05, 2012
It wasn't actually raining when I got up this morning, but the humidity was high; but instead of whining about it, I decided to "grin and bear it." After all, it was quite cool out, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad. I get on shorts & tennies, put Amber's leash on her, and away we go. Several feet from our front gates I noticed some bushy weeds growing -- and I thought perhaps I would pick them when we returned home.
By the time we had gone 1/2 mile or so I could start to feel the humidity, but every so often I would feel a little breeze, so it wasn't too bad. And as we were getting nearer to home we saw a small dog out in the front yard with her owner -- a very elderly lady that I always stopped and said a few words to. That helped cool us off just a bit too.
So we get home and I put Amber in the yard where she will be safe -- and I get the trash container, which is still out on the street, and I go up the road, picking weeds as I go. It took
about 20 minutes to pick them all, but it looked really nice to have it all cleaned up, and I was a sticky mess by then. Amber, of course, had not gone into the house -- she was patiently waiting for me by the gate.
We got in another walk tonight, so that made a total of 1.7 miles walking, and 20 minutes of pulling weeds. Not bad -- a small step in the right direction!
Monday, September 03, 2012
I remember the maple trees changing color along our roads in rural Minnesota. The air had a certain crisp feeling that made you want to jump around and enjoy those last days of summer! And the afternoons were still pleasant and warm, but dusk rolled around earlier and earlier. I would look around the garden and see the corn stalks drying up, and my Mom would mention that we should be picking the last of the veggies, like beans, peas, tomatoes (even if they were green) because the frost would get them. It was a busy time in the kitchen. Of course it also meant the beginning of school for me -- so I was usually called to help out only on week-ends.
By the time October rolled around it was "deer season." That added to our meat supply for the winter -- and many times it heralded the first snow fall. By this time we had dug out all of our warm winter clothing, as those Minnesota winters were LONG and they were COLD. Thank God Alaska became a state so we didn't always here Bemidji or International Falls as the coldest spot in the nation! And the little town that was closest to me was right in between those two!
Now that we are in Glendale, AZ during the winter months, it's almost like having summer year round. Winter in the Phoenix area is much like summer in some of our cooler states, such as Washington. That is the time of year you get to enjoy coffee on your patio, or have your outdoor BBQ's. We're a little turned around compared to most of the states -- but enjoy what you have because there is little that can be done about it.
Have a Happy Labor Day!
Friday, August 31, 2012
Back when I first joined SP and had just barely made it into the high 150's, I was delighted to see the 100-calorie packs of snacks. I would make a special trip to Walmart and my basket was filled with a variety of munchies! I could tear into a package of little bite-sized cookies, or nuts or chips, whatever caught my fancy -- and not feel a twinge of guilt or regret. But I was also fond of the little Yoplait yogurts and their many tempting flavors.
Slowly as time went by I gave up some of my 100-calorie snacks, and thought I was being more "healthy" by indulging instead in some of the snack bars -- more protein, etc. and they would run between 90 and 170 calories. But one day I noticed that those, also, were not getting my attention the way they used to.
I've started to pay closer attention to what I'm scanning the shelves in my refrigerator for -- what is it, exactly, that my body seems to be seeking? Invariably my eyes will land on a bowl of cherries, cantaloupe, and less and less often on the pre-packaged little packs of pudding. I have become a healthier person without even realizing my tastes (habits) were changing!
And today I would probably go into shock if I stepped on the scale and saw anything even close to the 150's number! In fact even the 140's would put the fear of God into my heart and have me taking a very close look at what I'm eating!
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