Life is Healthy

I got the backyard raked last night. I have the blisters on my hands to prove it—and I even wore gloves. It didn't take me as long as I thought it would—75 minutes. It was still quite a workout. I can really feel it in my arms today. Wow. I'm glad I finished it last night. It's raining today. But finish things that I start is something I need to work on. So I forced myself to finish the task. I remember when I first started exercising, that was how I got through the workouts—forcing myself to finish them. Now I need to start thinking like that again.

Last night, I had almost all of the leaves raked into this huge pile that i was going push over into The Compost Corner. I was so tired from raking. I thought about finishing the job today. I thought about getting my brother to roll them over to the corner. Then I thought, this is just like you—getting almost to your goal and then giving up. All I had to do was roll them over into the corner. Another 10 minutes of work after more than an hour. And I was ready to quit. But I made myself finish the task. Today I feel like I'm a better person for it.

At the gym this morning, I did 45 minutes of cardio on the treadmill—15 minutes at 5% incline, 15 minutes at 8%, and then 15 minutes of gradually lowering the treadmill to 0% incline. I still have not taken on the weights again. I will tomorrow. I can't let JD beat me in our bet. Never, I tell ya. Never.

I'm really working on the diet. Last night was easy. I had something to keep me occupied. But if I stick to my resolution to work on my house for one hour a day, I should be able to keep my eating under control.

OK. Not much else to say today.

I woke up this morning with a raging headache—I haven't had my allergy medication for several days and it's showing. I stopped and got my prescription before I came to work, so I should be feeling better soon.

I'm going to rake leaves tonight, which according to sparkpeople.com, should burn close to 600 for 90 minutes of raking. And it will take me at least that long. I have a giant Poplar tree in my backyard, and it's shedding—everywhere. I usually only rake the yard a couple times because this tree loses so many leaves, I would have to rake every day if I wanted the yard leaf free. The leaves will literally get ankle deep if I don't rake at some point. But I love this tree in the spring and summer. It provides a lot shade for my yard. And it's the tree we hung the swing in for the girls. My neighbor would love it if I cut it down. But I can't. It's perfectly healthy, so I don't intend to cut it down. And it must be old. I can't get my arms around its trunk. It's huge.


Not much else is happening. I lead a fairly boring life. I talk to friends on the phone from time to time, but the only place I go is the gym. I kind of like it this way. But I do need something to occupy my time a little more, so I don't eat everything in sight. I'm thinking of volunteering somewhere—where I don't know.

I hope to have something else to talk about one of these days.