I’m up and sitting here with nothing to do but mess around on the computer. Actually, I’m lying. I have plenty to do. I could fold the clothes in the dryer. AHAHAHAHAHA not. Or vacuum. At 5:30am hubs would love that, he can’t stand the sound of the vacuum at any time, I bet he’d really hate it as an alarm clock. Load the dishwasher, but I’m kind of on strike with the dishwasher. Actually I should probably load and run it about 5 times a day so it will break down faster and I can get a new one. I hate this dishwasher – first world problem. Finish the mess I started at 4pm yesterday – on a Sunday, WTH? – when I decided to clean both closets in my office. I’ll post a pic, it’s not pretty. I’m afraid I could lose a whole person in the mess. But, no, here I sit, with my handmade mug from our trip to Telluride about, OMG, I think 16 years ago, full of hot steaming coffee, proof that God loves us and wants my family safe, to paraphrase Ben.
Chunker is a new girl. We got home late Saturday and she was so sweet, not upset at all about our being gone. She jumped on the counter and had to sniff my nose. She’s so cute, she puts her little nose to mine so softly. I think it helped that #4 (the traitor) stayed here so she wasn’t alone 24/7. She’s not good at that, I’ve been with her since she weighed 6.5 ounces and she kinda depends on the company. Guess whenever I go out of town from now on Traitor, I mean, #4 child, will just have to take vacation days and come back to Memphis. Murph T. Dog had to get a bath yesterday, either Traitor and his friends took him out on the boat or he rolled in something fine, either way he stank. It’s so pathetic, he ran away from hubs, around the yard to the kitchen door, looking at me, face sad, ears drooping, tail tucked. ”Mom! Save me!” but no, I turned him in to the Bath Police. Afterward he’s so happy he literally bounces. ”I’m ALIVE! I’m ALIVE! Praise Jayzuss, I lived!” Near Death Experience: Flea Shampoo.
Every time I mention to one of my running buds that I’m on a goal to shave off a few pounds they do the whole big eyeball thing, Why do YOU want to lose weight?? Because I’m well over 40, in fact I was probably 40 when I got that coffee cup, and I’ve packed on a few pounds. ”They” say you put on 8-10 per decade if you don’t watch it. I’m watching it, all right, and it’s getting easier to see. At this rate, at 70, I’m going to be 30 pounds overweight and I’m not going to do it, this post explains why. Anyway, I ordered one of those body fat scales from Amazon. Looking into them and reading reviews online, you have to admit they are not perfect. But using the scale every day at the same time will be a tool I can use. It’s almost against my religion to use a scale, so this is a big step for me. I’m anti-scale, I’m sorry, I’ve tried to be open minded but I hate the nasty lying little buggers.
Since I also love to eat food of nearly any kind other that Brussel Sprouts – and don’t either of you Faithful Followers Of My World Famous Blog try telling me you have a recipe that is so awesome I will turn into a Brussel Sprouts Lover, because it cannot happen, many have tried and many have failed, Brussel Sprouts and scales, I’m close minded – I mean, I LOVE to eat, just ask my trainer Cheryl, AKA Killer, who stares at me in wonder as I discuss at every session what I ate yesterday, what I’m going to eat tomorrow and maybe the next day, stopping only to be distracted by whatever speciality they are making on the morning news show on the TV on the wall.
The solution is trying to eat cleaner, and spending more calories. I’m trying to limit impact from running right now, so I’ve turned to the bike, or spin class. I’m a bike wimp. I use sissy pedals on a nice bike. I can’t even find my bike shorts, but really those things are useless anyway, that little bit of padding is worthless as far as saving your butt from hurting. They’re pretty good at making you walk funny and look like you have a full diaper, tho, if you’re into that. So this morning I’m meeting some buds, we’re planning to do 10 slow and then ride. We have a Greenline now and it’s all nearly connected. Circling and then going out and back we can get in 27 miles. Of course, we love to stop at a little place on the way and eat; I love this place, they have a Cuban sandwich on pannini that I dream about. In fact I think I just started salivating. I knew this all along, but didn’t implement it; biking is a fantastic compliment to running. If I used the clips it would be even better, but after I fell off the bike – actually, I didn’t fall OFF the bike, I fell with the bike still attached to me – and found myself lying on the pavement looking at the truck tire that, had I fallen about three seconds earlier the passing truck would have driven over my head but was now safely a couple feet past me, I just can’t do it. Too scared. Chicken chicken chicken. Lately I actually thought about riding in the front yard with clips and practicing falling on the grass. Then it occurred to me what an idiot I would look like, an old lady riding her bike in circles in the front yard, falling over. In daylight. Sober.
So I’m off to load the bike, poor thing, humbled by its sissy pedals, silently and jealously watching all the other bikes with real, clip-in pedals, into Babs (my car has a name, it’s Babs) and head to the Farms. HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY TO YOU ALL!
And to all who have served our country in any way, to their family and loved ones: Thank you very much for all you’ve done so I can sit here and complain about my dishwasher in safety. I mean that very sincerely. You make our world safe. Thank you.
Should I really have started this? And – I put the Telluride mug on top of the box so you can see it HAPPY TRAILS -