Friday, January 18, 2013
I have been working hard on my walking. I am up to 3 miles, and I have added cardio/strength stuff. I look in the mirror...
And see me.
I don't see much change. Maybe a little. I see 1 and 1/2 chins, not a double chin. That should count for something. But I look, and I still see the Costco super muffin sized muffin top, the buns that are much more cinnamon than iron, and on, and on, and on.
And then there is life. One of my friends was hospitalized, and had to have major surgery. My Dad will be having surgery in 2 months. I lost a couple friends to age. I made a commitment to write on my book, so there actually IS a book, not just hot air. Keeping up with commitments to groups I work with, keeping the house looking at least marginally better than a bomb crater, and I found out one of the blankets I am knitting is about one or two skeins short, and the yarn is no longer available...
Just the usual...
So today, Husband decided that the fog wasn't his thing, and we went for a drive. I tried to get out of walking, oh, I will just do leg lifts. But after I went and fed the animals, I figured, I am outside, just do the thing, and be done with it. Other than my MP3 player getting a bit goofy with the weather, I did my walk, and my geriatric puppy wannabe was pretty much with me most of the walk. He has enjoyed the change of my walking the driveway very, VERY much... So, Husband and I take off for the great where ever, and found a place that was high enough that we were out of the fog, in fact were looking down on it. It looked like an immense ocean, we live in a valley, and it was fog from mountain to mountain. Glorious, even if I forgot the (ahem) camera.
Husband that offered to take me to a restaurant we frequent, tho not as much since I have been making this effort. I came in, and one of the waitresses saw me, and just walked by. This surprised me, she usually says hi. Suddenly, she turned, and looked stunned. "It's YOU! You are so much SMALLER! You look great!" A big hug later, she beamed, and wanted to be filled in on all the goings on since I hadn't been there in a few months.
I kept the portions to a NORMAL amount. This is an accomplishment at a buffet, let me tell you. We then headed home, with me on a happy, and there was a message on the voice mail. My friend that had major surgery had talked to Mom, and was doing great, she even had lost fluid that she had been keeping (some of the reason the surgery had to happen). Mom said she sounded good, the last Doctors appointment had been completely positive, and that all was well with her.
I am still giddy with happy. A happy high? I even decided to buy a song for myself. Life is a Highway by Tom Cochrane. As I have heard it said, Life is not a destination, it's a journey.
Well, this was one heck of a byway, let me tell you!