|Luckily, this was not a mirage!|
(Thank You Kim, You have done it again!)
Week Sixteen had an overall aura of success, mixed in with a general "Well, maybe I can do this" feeling.
First, on the "Lose It" front, I lost another pound or two. One thing, though: Remember last week when I said “The Barcode Don’t Lie”? Well, that may have been a lie… Apparently, the information is only as good as the Barcode Entering Guy’s efficiency. So, Note to Self: There may be advanced math involved in this particular weight-loss regimen. In addition to the occasional pesky math problem, though, there are “Badges,” which the program sends you when you reach certain goals. I (virtually) received one for logging my food for two straight weeks. (I know! Stop the presses!) I do find these badges oddly motivating. Not enough to order a t-shirt extolling my badge-achieving virtues (which, of course, they offer to sell you), but motivating all the same.
On to The Exercise Report: On Sunday, my sister-in-law, Fit-Sis, and I decided to walk to a place called Hidden Valley, near where she lives. It is purported to be a very strenuous, uphill walk, so I Gu’d up and headed over to her house. When I got there, Fit Sis told me that her BFF was going to come too, but that there had been a small problem, causing us to be slightly delayed. “No problem,” said I (always up for an exercise postponement), “What’s up?” Apparently, the two of them had experienced a slight, but significant, miscommunication about the day’s activity. It seems that one person, who shall remain nameless, didn’t have her glasses on during texting. So, when the BFF arrived, she was dressed for a pleasant, ladies day at the mall (picture nice clothes and jewelry), while Fit-Sis was dressed for a walk (picture sweats, etc.). After a few rounds of “Wait! What?” the BFF headed home to change. When she came back, we were off to Hidden Valley, which was, indeed, a strenuous, but really fun, walk. Good story-telling and laughing along the way were helpful, of course, and I was mostly able to enjoy these things, even as I huffed, puffed, and sweated my way up the hill. And FYI, because I know you’re wondering: Yes, we were able to find our destination, hidden or not; and No, there was no salad dressing when we got there. Good news/Bad news, I guess.
Later in the week, Walking Friend and I headed out for a walk (cuz we’re getting pretty good at it!). Almost immediately, we ran into a man who, upon seeing us walking down the street, began clapping, along with his “hello.” It was very cheery, but I got the impression it was like the kind of clapping you get when you are dead last in a race, and they want to encourage you to finish, rather than sitting down. Sad to say, it brought back some deeply-buried memories for me!
Anywho, after that, we started heading up a steep street that was about a mile long. Halfway up, as we huffed and puffed along, we saw some little girls selling lemonade. At first, I thought it was a mirage, but a mirage wouldn’t appear in lemonade-stand set-up mode, so we approached. Originally, I did it just to help the girls selling it (really!), and I was thinking I might go a little way up the hill and throw it away (really, really!). WF suggested that it might be refreshing, so we drank it (it didn’t take much to convince me!). Moments later, she started pulling ahead, like a race horse. I was like “What the hell, WF?” Apparently, lemonade is some kind of magic potion for her! I scurried along behind her for awhile, but it was tough going. Finally, the lemonade kicked in for me, too, and not a moment too soon! She was killing me! We got to the top of that street, which was a dead end, went back down, and walked right back up the next one, with one or two more after that. Forget, Gu, (Magic) Sport Beans, and the like. I’ll Have Lemonade!
As we headed back down to Starbuck’s to get The Drink (a tradition which persists, lemonade or not), we encountered another man, walking with his family. He yelled out “Hello! Nice to see you out here today!” Again, with that encouraging tone. Hmmm… We must be looking pretty worn out these days…
On the weekend, as usual, I slept right through the time when my friends were hiking. When I finally rolled out of bed, I met up with them for some coffee, and then headed out for a solo walk (because, as you know “I’m good company.”). There were a number of Earth Day activities going on and I chose, as my walking destination/turnaround, a Toilet Party!
What's a Toilet Party? Thanks for asking! The water department was having a “Toilet Exchange” at the park, where you could turn in your old one for a newer, more efficient model. Full Disclosure, they weren't really calling it a Toilet Party, but if they had, I think it would have been an even more hugely successful event than it already was. Anyway, I wasn’t in the market, but it was fun to see everyone at the Toilet Party, milling about and gathering up new toilets, like really large party favors. Unfortunately, by the time I got home, walking at high noon on a hot day pretty much left my energy level In the Toilet. (Pun intended. It’s okay... I’ll own it.)
So, my week of exercise ended with a nap. And really, the way I see it, it’s all about getting back to the couch, anyway, so I will call the week a whopping success!
The discontented man finds no easy chair.
Coming Very Soon: The Walk of Fame