Tuesday, February 8, 2011

And I didn't care.

I don't know where my mind was yesterday? I was totally off kilter.

I only walked four minutes and I didn't care.
I drank a diet dr. pepper with my olive cheese bread for lunch and I didn't care.
I had a handful of dutch crunch chips before I ate three pieces of cinnamon toast for breakfast and I didn't care.
I ate processed mashed potatoes with processed gravy for dinner and I didn't care.

I thought about what I was doing and I didn't feel the slightest nudge in my conscience.

I couldn't sleep because I drank a chai at 5:30pm.

And I woke up at 5:30 this morning after going to bed at midnight, still buzzed with my mind spinning.

I write in my head while I lie in bed. It's annoying.
This morning I decided to just get up and write.

As I look back on the day, I wonder why I didn't care. I was not hungry, angry lonely or tired.

I was excited about the Packer win. I was not depressed. But I was off my routine and that is just about the only thing I can think of that would send me into such a odd mood.

The Starbucks is out of Chai. (weird huh?)
This changed my routine;
my routine of walking and eating.

I better pay attention to this and have a plan.

You can not eat healthfully and live healthfully without intent, without being conscious.

Today is a new day. Time to wake up.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I am a teeny big thrilled to be up off the couch and I am very happy for the friendly push of the Idita-walk.

I don't know why this little boy scout fundraiser in Nome Alaska lights a little fire under my lazy bottom,
but it does.

I am determined and will not fail at this puny challenge.

Today is day three and I just finished my walking for the day. For me it is best to do it right away.
I am out in the car with Katie at 7:15 and done with the morning drive by 7:30.

It works best for me if I just walk right away. So I jump out of the car and look at the clock and walk.
I have figured that in order to reach my goal of 1049 minutes in 59 days, I must walk 17.77 minutes a day.

That may seem frightfully short to you. But before Feb. 1, I didn't want to nor did I intentionally walk for ten minutes a day/month.

On a day like today when the thermostat varies between -4 and -10, I consider myself a champion.

So here is a little something I am doing. I don't want to walk at the mall. BUT when I get in the door at Target to buy my morning iced nonfat chai, I walk around the perimeter of the store. It takes seven minutes. So there you go.
Seven down.

Then this morning, I thought, I will walk around the parking lot for a few minutes. So I set my chai in the car and walked out to the back of the parking lot and back to the car. Going out was super. Coming back was frigid. Burning my face.

But. I gained another four minutes.

I jumped in the car and drove home. When I got home I went inside to grab a hat and thought I would try to get the rest of the minutes I needed for the day. I walked down to the corner and back.

Seven more minutes!

Hooray. Eighteen minutes in all.

Mission Accomplished.
For today.

Do I like anything about walking?

I like hearing the birds.
I like the way the sun shines on the mounds of snow.

I like keeping a promise to myself.
I like being done walking.