Monday, November 19, 2012
I sort of lost my focus last week, and if not for filling out that food journal and committing to weighing in at WW for November, I might have wandered off track. That concept of streaks is a powerful thing. Once the streak gets past a certain point it begins to have a life of it's own. I kind of went nuts on Saturday, but logged it all, and the scale is still happy.
I was just in a bad mood. Seemed like for days. Then I get this little message in an email from fitbit that I have walked 50 miles since I got that little puppy. How can that be? Someone else asked me about it, and I looked over the logs. The days I walk with my dogs (3 or 4 days each week) I go over 4 miles in the morning. Then when I lecture at work, I walk the room to see what the students are doing as I speak. Or just to pace and think while we are discussing something. I park far from where I am going. A dog walking day always ends up logging 6 or 7 miles. A day when I do other things ends up at least with 4 miles of walking. So yeah, over ten days 50 is no surprise. Since I got that thing it is hard to sit still. I love to watch the little flower growing. I just wish there were more stairs around (who said that? was that the girl who used to huff and puff?) Yesterday I went with my granddaughter and her friend to the park. I kept racing them here and there. This morning on my walk there were a bunch of ducks who are migrating through. Goofy looking smallish skinny ducks with green silly looking feet. They were getting ready for the day by flying into the sunrise and making a big loop the landing in groups on roofs. The palm trees were swaying and the sky was doing a light show of pink and white clouds against an unreal blue. I have this day. I don't care to overload this fine healthy body with junk. This day is Fine.