Pedometer for Solly and me (the lumberjack woman)
Friday, February 15, 2013
I just got and programmed my pedometer. I have a very busy weekend with work so I debated how to set it. I chose a middling stride length so it wouldn't record me putzing around doing chores, but not such a long stride length I couldn't use it in a building or a house. After all, if I have a patient sleeping, and I am done with my chores, I want to see it record any laps I take around the building. I also vow to take my youngest dog - a standard poodle named Solomon - for a walk at least twice to break up my studying time at home. Seeing him happy makes me happy and we both deserve that!
He looks kind of scared in this photo. Still a puppy, new to cameras!
Oh, and I considered not adding anything about this, but it was bugging me enough yesterday that I spouted off about it to someone I hardly knew. I should have waited to do it here, in a more appropriate format. After a "required mingle" session, in which a co-ed group had to shake hands and talk with four new people in the room, one of the men I shook hands with loudly complained that only men came over to shake hands with him. (Despite the fact that we talked and giggled for several minutes!) This is something that NEVER would have happened to me when I was 20 pounds lighter. I am not obese, but I have developed a bit of a lumberjack quality, especially when I'm wearing winter clothes and no makeup. Still, I was a bit offended. I have long hair, was wearing purple, think I look like a woman... I wanted to say something, but I didn't.
I went home, thought about telling my husband and decided better of it. No use getting him offended on my behalf, too. And what is the point of that? Whatever this guy's motivation was for making a stink about who chose to be friendly with him, I think he just made it less likely anyone will shake his hand at all next time.
And me? If I had made a stink back, I might have excluded myself from future hand-shakings. It is better I tell you dear Sparkpeople that my feelings were hurt because you are a lot more likely to understand.