Tuesday, March 31, 2009

It could be worse

It could be worse. In fact, I expected it to be worse. I finally crawled back on the scales this morning, only to be pleasantly surprised. Not as bad as I thought. Given my lack of exercise and lack of being really clean with my eating, the damage was minimal.

Tomorrow is Pebbles' birthday. In honor of that occasion, I am paying the mover's fee. She can hire the moving crew she uses for her work at a really reasonable cost and I jumped all over that. I'd much rather hire that out than do it myself. Totally worth it.

Physical Therapy starts this afternoon. While the orthopedist was optimistic, I am not. But I'll give the exercises a shot. Way to screw up the next six weeks for my life. But on the other hand, this shoulder bugs/hurts the hell out of me.

Goals for April: Exercise of some sort 5 days a week and chart food on fitday.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Things could always be worse.


Monday, March 30, 2009

The Beatles, continued

SadieLuWho and I walked through what once was pasture land and enjoyed being outside and getting some exercise. I was trying to keep my shoulder stabilized, so I kept my left hand in my pocket - much the same way I'd kept my left hand on the treadmill bar the day before. Seems like any movement causes the durned thing to hurt even worse.

Oh, and The Beatles part is because I was listening to some Beatles compilation album that Pebbles downloaded for me. I missed Beatlemania by about five years and I've always answered the Beatles/Stones question in favor of Mick, but I certainly enjoyed my morning with the fab four and the dog.

We came home and Bick and I headed out on errands. Our soil sample results were in at the local nursery, along with every other person in the county who, like us, lost all their tomato and pepper plants to the weekend's late freeze. Crap. That was a mad house, so went about other business. I did buy some plants for the old sink that we will now use as an outdoor planter. Came home and planted that. Planted a couple of citronella plants for mosquito repelling. Don't know if that will work. Planted some more heirloom green beans - the last ones didn't come up. Beans have poor germination rates, apparently. Plus I planted one half of this year's okra crop and planted some radishes. I don't really care for radishes, but I'm going to try them roasted.

I harvested what will probably be the last of the chard. I don't know if it will regenerate itself anymore as the weather warms up, but damn, that's one fine green. It's cold hardy and less bitter than other greens. Love it!

That's it for the gardening news. In other news, Pebbles begins her move to her new place. She's pretty sad, as anyone would be. She feels like this is the right move for her, but it would be easier if she were angry. She's just got to get through this. I think her head is in the right place, but it is still painful.

And speaking of painful - Sandy was in town this weekend, but didn't come by nor did she return Bick's calls. Looks like I'm going to have to back completely away from this situation. She called wanting money a couple of weeks ago and both Bick and I complied. Bick in a much larger way, of course. No acknowledgment, no thank you, nothing. I think I may be done.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Stabilize to avoid pain.


Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Beatles for Breakfast

Woke up to cold this morning. Thermometer registered in the high 20's and I was trying to talk myself into making the cross-country trek to the backup Jesus Gym. Couldn't do it. But I sat around long enough that the temperature began to rise. By 9:00 am it was approaching 60, so I harnested up SadieLuWho and we hit the road. Or the off-road, as it were.

Out here in Hillbilly Haven, there is a housing development (brick and mortar) that is stalled, so we went traipsing through the fields.

more later.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Get Into The Groove

I'm so far off my game right now, I can't even see it from here. That all stops today. I'm going to head to the gym this morning - no boxing, weightlifting, etc per doc's orders. And I don't feel like running today, but I am going to get in a couple hour walk.

And I will meal plan. And those meals will have an adequate protein supply, unlike the conference food in CA, which was decidedly baked. I'm not feeling badly about any of it, but I will move back to actions that make me feel better. And I feel better when getting adequate exercise and eat clean.

It's cold and near-freezing this weekend. Yuck. I've requested fire wood today so that we can have our first fire of the season. Bick's skeptical, but I may just have to insist.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Do what works.


Friday, March 27, 2009

Let's Get Physical

I went to the orthopedist this afternoon. I start PT on Monday for six weeks. I am healthy, right?

4 out of 5 dentists recommend

that you don't ever make two emergency visits to two dentists in one day - especially if you are more than a little bit dental-phobic.

I had a bit of an abscess that required the above actions, along with some pain meds and enough antibiotics to choke a horse.

Not a fun way to ease back into Texas.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Comfy Cozy California

I think California and me were made for each other. This trip has been peaceful and lovely and warm and cozy since I landed. The luminous Jill picked me up soon after my arrival at the Hyatt and off we went. Jill is an absolute delight and meeting for the first time IRL wasn't the least bit awkward. We chattered like magpies all the way to the Pacific. Oh man. The Pacific.

I fell in love with Laguna Beach. It had such a laid-back vibe. And California people are dog people. And very friendly. And my favorite part? When you are dining in an outdoor cafe, you get a BLANKET! How cozy is that! Loved it. Oh, and I have an love of all things ferry. We went on this little 3 car barge/ferry thingy to Balboa Island. Cutest thing ever!

And back at the hotel, there's a yoga channel on the inhouse cable. How fun is that?

Conference is good. I'm getting in a bit of exercise, but the food choices leave a lot to be desired, but I'm doing what I can.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Stay tucked in.


Friday, March 20, 2009

Chicken Ball

Feed a flock of hens a tomato and you get the chicken version of Irish Hurling.


This has got to end somewhere. I am just the biggest crosspatch these days. Daayam. I'm hoping a change in time zones will help, otherwise poor Jill may just leave my bitchy ass in some out-of-the-way locale along the PCH during our planned outing tomorrow. And I'm sure Bick would reward her well for such a gift to the rest of humanity. Perhaps a little solitude will do my attitude some good. Hyatt Regency for the Soul, as it were. Excepting there is that whole work thing that I've got to do while I'm there. I'll be wearing the Sombrero of Hate, battened down with a Stampede Strap.

Feel like crap. Ate like crap last night. Feel even crappier today. Ya think? Sometimes I am just eat up with the dumbass. Now is one of those times.

Today I MUST go get a new phone and I've got a call into my doctor about my flipping shoulder which still hurts like a beast. And it all just sucks like shit through a straw.

Yea. Right. Whatever.


Thursday, March 19, 2009

Stick To It

At the beginning of the year, I brought stickers to the gym. There are a group of us who exercise pretty faithfully. Some days these sessions are just a beating, so at the end of each workout, I pass out gold stars to each of these participants. It's silly. It's juvenile. And we are all getting some pride and pleasure in seeing our sticker collection grow. I've decided to deface my locker door with my stickers. My plan is to have this locker in pretty constant use until my far-off retirement, so it should be pretty f'n sparkly by that time.

Yesterday's exercise didn't go exactly as planned as I got a call from our organization's Chief of Staff who wanted to exercise with me. So we ended up walking up and down around here, very briskly, for about an hour. It was a beautiful day and it was lovely to catch up. I wish that I had a running buddy. It would sure make that more enjoyable, I think. Ah, well.

In other news: Bick's sister called last night and will be arriving TODAY for a four day stay. I've got a million things to do between now and my leaving for California on Saturday morning and a thousand more just got added. Sigh. I'll be so ready for the break, I think.

And on a completely unrelated note: I find myself so saddened by the death of Natasha Richardson. It's not like I was a huge fan or anything, but this feels very personal. It just proves the fragility of life - one day you are out taking ski lessons with your kids and the next, it's over. Worrying and fretting about these extra ten pounds or so pales.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Stick to what brings you pleasure.


Wednesday, March 18, 2009

This Spud's for You

It takes a long time to get from where I live up in Hillbilly Haven to Where The West Begins. I spend nearly two and one quarter hours a day (sometimes more) in a vehicle performing one wicked-ass commute. I used to listen to NPR all the time, but even I tired of that after about a month. Bick has offered to buy me satellite radio, but I'm a button-pusher/channel-changer and more stations would only give me carpel tunnel. So I rely upon my local library(s) and their books on tape (CD) collection to preserve my sanity and keep my menopausal road rage in check.

I have come to know that I need to check out about a half-dozen at a time to get me through the three week check-out period. Turns out, you can't judge a book on tape by it's cover either. Some crap is unlistenable. I usually try to mix it up between fiction and non-fiction. Yesterday was the day for new stuff, so off to the library I went.

I'm almost ashamed to admit how much I laughed out loud this morning while listening to The Sweet Potato Queens' Field Guide To Men. It certainly made that snarly mess of traffic I must traverse each morning a little better on this day. It's not great literature, but it doesn't have to be. The reader's voice sounds like the female half of the Poolville Pagans so it was like having A talk to me all the way to work this morning.

Yesterday's lunch run was a bomb. Legs felt like absolute lead, as did every other part of my body. I couldn't force myself to put in a mile. Usually if I can make it past the first mile things will loosen up, lighten up, or some other voo-doo will happen and I can complete the run. Yesterday, it just wasn't happening. So I slowed down the dreadmill, cranked up the incline and went hill climbing instead.

Today I'm thinking about running outside. I've got to go early, as the womens' locker room is closing down at 1pm, so I'll need to be done and gone by that time. Should be a nice day and god knows I could use a teeny little bit of sunkissing right about now. I am fishbelly white.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Have a laugh.


photo courtesy of publicdomainpictures.com

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Making a Case for Running

Yesterday I went to the gym at lunch. Being Monday, it was the day for new gym clothes. I got to the gym, pulled out my socks, favorite running skirt, sports bra and instead of a shirt, somehow I'd grabbed a pillow case instead. It was definitely a Monday. No exercise for me.

For further evidence of Mondayness, I somehow lost Mitzi in the parking lot of the Central Market. I came out of the store, carting the $2 chicken and couldn't find my damned car! Felt like an idiot. I was just about to report her missing, but I was sure, sure, sure that I'd locked her upon exit, when I stumbled upon her in an area of the parking lot I was SURE I didn't park her in. Forget what I said yesterday about the fog lifting. I'm still fumbling my way in the dark.

Made it home without further incident and headed to the neighbor's to clean the coop. Cleaned out the coop, harvested a few eggs (fresh eggs are amazing!), gave them some fresh water and just hung around watching them scratch. Later on in the evening, I took them over some kitchen scraps, but they had already gone to bed. Guess they'll have cabbage for breakfast.

Exercise plans for today include a run at lunch - still need to remember to take a top.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Know whether you've lost a bridle or found a horse.


Monday, March 16, 2009

Monday Morning Restart

Good weekend. Got good exercise and stayed on track. Did some personal-growth work in the area of detachment - both reading and journalling and it seemed to help lift the fog I've been living in as of late. All of these things are tough sledding, but necessary, as the rewards can be enormous.

I think I'll do some more running today at lunch. I've been surprised by how much I've enjoyed it recently and I'm for doing whatever exercise that feels good.

Our search for heirloom tomato transplants proved fruitless(ha) and nothing else struck our fancy, so we came home from the nurseries empty-handed. We did, however, take the opportunity to go see a house we were considering. Um, no. Whoever took the pictures of that house I want to take some photos of me - the pics made the house look wonderful, when in real life, not so much. But that was good, cause now Bick and I can quit swooning over the pictures and just get on with whatever it is we decided to do. Buy, build, remodel, move, he pays, she pays - all the easy decisions!

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Keeping moving forward.


Sunday, March 15, 2009


Got in a five mile run yesterday and it felt pretty good. Wasn't particularly fast, but that wasn't the point. Got outside and got in some good exercise.

Now on to questions:

I'm going to compost the CS, so I think I'll be okay with the ph. It's too hot to go directly on the garden.

The $2 chicken doesn't really cost $2. That descriptor is what Bick and I call the supermarket rotisserie chicken. We have one once a week, usually on Monday nights as I like to watch The Big Bang Theory, and it comes on during prime dinner cooking time.

I'm not actually "corning" my own beef. I bought a corned beef brisket at the supermarket and will use this recipe as a starting point. I usually mix up a little horseradish sauce to serve on the side. I'm thinking about picking up some Irish soda bread and Kerrygold butter at Central Market, but having bread around the house is always a danger for me. I love it too much! I'm not so good with the whole moderation thing.

Bick and I are off to peruse a couple of Mom and Pop nurseries this afternoon to find some stuff to finish out the garden, then it's back to chicken farming.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Find the answers.

didn't weigh today

Saturday, March 14, 2009


Already off to a rocky start with the planning. Overslept and missed boxing class this morning. I had not been sleeping well last week, so last night took an Ambien CR and slept til Bick woke me up at 7:30.

So I'm doing a little menu planning this morning, then I'm going to head outside for a run. The rain has stopped and it's a bit cold, but I'll be okay. Then it's off to the neighbors to do our chicken sitting and tending.

Menu for the week:

S - Gourmet Greek Burgers with a cold lentil salad
S - Steak with asparagus
M - $2 chicken and a steamer
T - crockpot corned beef and cabbage
W - pork chops and braised celery
T - who the hell knows
F - every man for himself

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Planning - at least it's a place to start.


Friday, March 13, 2009

Pre-Weekend Update

Pebbles has found a place to live. She had to take her dogs over for an "audition" and I guess they passed. That and a hefty pet deposit. She has also updated her relationship status on facebook, so I'm assuming she's moving on. She "friended" me last night, but after poking around, I think that I'm much more comfortable with the Reader's Digest of her life. So we'll have a chat about that and I think I'll request to be "unfriended".

In other Pebbles news, she signed the lease on her new place (she'll be sharing the bottom floor of a two story house in the M streets with a girlfriend), went back to work and got a 10% pay cut. Ouch. The cut was firm-wide. And it may not be the last. She's a bit freaked about that, as anyone would be.

On the size of my ass, I had almost talked myself out of the gym yesterday, as I had an emergency meeting called for 1pm, but a co-worker just dropped in my office at 11am, said she was going to the gym, so I went and ran with her. I didn't get in a full workout, but I ran a couple of miles and then got cleaned up for the "all hands" meeting. Our software vendor is making "marketing decisions" that will drive me to drink.

To further earlier conversations about weekends and staying healthy, my plans for the weekend include: boxing class on Saturday morning, menu planning and grocery shopping, dinner out Saturday night (seafood) and chilling out. I will try to plan my own meals, regardless of Bick's schedule, and if I start to stray, I will spend time on my illustrated journal.

The illustrated journal is from Simple Abundance - I think that's the title of the book - it's by the woman I always want to call Sarah BreakNeck, but I know that's not right. I don't follow her suggests exactly, but I do gather my magazines, pictures, other memorabilia and cut and paste and illustrate stuff into my written, bound journal. It's sort of a zen ego boost, if that makes any sense.

So that's my loosely-defined plan for staying on track this weekend. And we all know what they say about the best laid plans!

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Put your face in a book.


Thursday, March 12, 2009

Chicken Sitters

So one day last week, Bick was in a neighbor's backyard drinking beer with the guys, ALA King of the Hill when the conversation turned to said neighbor's chickens. These chickens had been "free ranging" it old school all over the neighborhood, so the conversational turn wasn't exactly unplanned on Bick's part. We were getting ready to put in our spring garden and we didn't need Henny Penny undoing all our good work.

The young couple (hee, hell, they are in the thirties - young is all about perspective) doesn't know much about chickens. Bick, AKA The Chicken Whisperer, in the past, explained to them a couple of key chicken concepts: molting and no roosters required. Last week's lesson involved trimming/clipping feathers in order to keep from chasing your damned chickens all over the neighborhood. Yee Haw - it's a Rhode Island Red Roundup.

Turns out said couple is going to Galveston for Spring Break and Bick volunteered us to chicken sit. In addition, he also volunteered me to clean out the coop, as I do love some chicken litter as garden compost. In exchange, we get the eggs! So, it's a win all the way around.

ETA: Today's exercise will be some sort of treadmill. I've decided to give my shoulder a rest. Doing yoga without the use of my left arm would just consist of taking nap on the map for 50 minutes - not necessarily a bad thing.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Some days, things just go your way.


Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Check Up

The check up went well. I ended up with a shoulder xray and am awaiting results. He feels it's a bursitis flare up and I think he's wrong. We'll see. My numbers all look good and Doc still considers me one of his star patients. Said he tells other patients about me as an encouragement - that things can turn around in a big way. He also told me that I have excellent abdominal muscle tone and surmised that I must do a lot of core work. I told him that I only see him for the ego biscuits! He also commented that a good number of people my age are on some sort of prescribed daily medication, which I am not.

After telling me how healthy he thought I was, he:

1. wrote out directives to get my shoulder xrayed
2. " " an ultrsound of my thyroid (I have a benign tumor)
3. " " colonoscopy (bummer)
4. " " a more advanced bone density scan to see if my jaw issues are systemic
5. " " a mammogram
6. " " check my vitamin D levels
7. " " ovarian cancer check CA 125
8. " " regular blood work, complete metabolic panel, TSH test, full lipid panel.
9. Did an in-office EKG. Thought he heard a premature beat every 4th or 5th beat, but EKG was "stone cold normal".

I told him I was glad I was healthy.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Get regular medical checkups.


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Doctor My Eyes

Actually, my eyes are doing pretty damned good. Still in readers - no bifocals yet. It's everything else that seems to be going to hell in a handbasket. No, that's not true. I'm just going in for my well-woman checkup today. I do think that I've damaged/torn my rotator cuff, however. It's been bothering me for weeks and doesn't seem to get better. Of course I don't think boxing class is doing it any favors. Even my run yesterday really bothered it. So, I'll have my doc check it out.

Had another flare up in the if-it's-not-one-thing-it's-your-Mother ongoing drama yesterday, but I'll confine the details of that, venting my spleen and the accompanying resentment to my paper journal. Nuff said.

I'm getting my hair done today by the stripper-turned-stylist. Almost feels like a lap dance sometimes - not that I would know about that. I now think I know why my boss sees her. But she does good hair. I'll see how well she can teach me to do the whole blow out thing with the round brush. I totally suck at it.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Learn to blow out.


Monday, March 9, 2009

A Run Through The Nostalgia Forest

Dad, in the sweatshirt, would have been 75 on Friday. This picture was taken about a year before his death and was in the slides I went through last weekend. Pretty awesome picture.

So I hit the treadmill today to have that run. Did a nice, slow 5k and pretty much loved every step of it. I like it when I feel that way DURING the exercise. What helped it along was Ax Men. We don't have cable, so I have only seen this show one other time, but man, oh man, did it take me back. I grew up in timber country. Dad spent some time (when he needed extra money) working setting chokers for his cousins. They had a small logging company that operated out of Forks. Very much like this.

So I'm running along, watching the show when I heard the "Talkie Tooter" in the background. It's basically a serious of whistles to let the crew know when the timber is on the yarder. I spent a lot of my growing up years horseback riding through the mountains and you could always hear that sound in the background from some far off mountain face. And don't get me started on the clothes. Not much has changed. Even when he wasn't actually working in the woods, he wore the logging uniform - pegged Can't Bust Ems, held up by suspenders and a hickory shirt. For the life of me, I can't remember the name of the boots (non-cork variety) that everyone wore as well. I can't find a picture of the jeans, but they were as ubiquitous in Washington as Wranglers are in Texas. Part of the culture, long after the logging industry had passed.

Out for a run

Today I feel like blowing out the lungs a little bit. So I think I'll head for the gym and try to put in a little run. Just feels right. I don't really want a group class today - some solitary exercise will suit me just fine. I don't really have an agenda - I'll just see how it goes.

Weekend was just lovely. More on that, plus deconstruction my last post, later.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Listen to your body.


Sunday, March 8, 2009

Weekend Warriors

Tena, who is doing some great things over at Shrink To Fit, wrote an entry this weekend about using food as a reward. Specifically, she was talking about how she sometimes viewed her weekend as "time off for good behavior". Her entry, along with some of the comments got me to thinking about this myself.

I, too, tend to lose focus on the weekends. Traditionally, I always log my lowest weight of the week on Saturday morning, as I do a pretty decent job of doing good things for myself through the week. And for the most part, as Tena noted, it's fairly easy to do. It's the weekends that derail me and I haven't figured out why, quite yet.

I don't know that I am using food as a reward on the weekend. I think I'm trying to do something else with it. Maybe it's leftover habit; maybe it's something else that needs addressing. Usually it's the later. My normal way of eating does not leave me deprived. It's not particularly restrictive, so I'm not eating for hunger, I'm eating for some other reason. I can't seem to narrow it down, so I'll focus on what I do on those weekends when it's NOT a problem and see if I can reverse engineer this puppy.

I'm less likely to eat in an unhealthful manner if I: (random brain dump - no order of importance)

1. Get up and get dressed. Don't just lounge around.
2. Including shoes (flylady totally changed my life - seriously)
3. Take care with my appearance when going to the grocery store
4. If I do 3, then I'm less likely to buy stuff that isn't optimal for my health
5. Indulge in a little retail therapy by grocery shopping at fancier places - i.e. going the Central Market for a few things. That store makes me feel like I'm taking such good care of myself! I don't buy our weekly groceries there, but I do wander in on occasion.
6. Going to any Farmer's Market does the same thing. Unfortunately, the biggest and best one is in Dallas. A bit too far for weekly shopping.
7. Spending time with Pebbles - always makes me feel good, but as a rule, I do not instigate such things - I leave that to her. Don't want to be intrusive.
8. Getting up and getting shit done. If I've got an agenda, then I'm less likely to troll for treats. (I think this is why the weekdays are better - I have built in structure and agenda).
9. Libraries - used to be bookstores, but I've given up acquisition as a hobby, so now I find lots of good vibey feelings by going to the library.
10. Socializing with others - I adore Bick, but it's good for me to expand my social circle.
11. If I start the weekend morning with some stretching (yoga), and a little bit of quiet, reflective time (meditation), I'm more apt to stay on track.
12. Making a list, literally, of the things I WILL do if I start to stray off.
13. De-clutter stuff.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head. I certainly will ponder this some more.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Examine your motives.


Saturday, March 7, 2009

A chicken in every crock pot

I've got some Indian chicken going in the crockpot this morning and I'm heading out to the gym. No boxing today - it's been canceled, but I wouldn't have participated anyway. Still a bit too sore. But I do need some exercise. The scale was scary this morning!

So it's off to serve some time on the treadmill. It's nice enough to walk outside - actually it's gorgeous, but I just don't know how I'll feel and I'd hate to get far, far from home and then have to walk back if things go south.

Thanks for the well wishes.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Don't be a chicken.


Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Little Shop of Horrors, Revisited

Dental surgery scheduled for 8 am tomorrow. Yuckaroo.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The Roxie Rebellion

I had a rebellious weekend. I didn't exercise and I basically ate popcorn for two plus days. I felt like crap going into the weekend and I felt even worse coming out of it. I was basically having a tantrum about aging. Not really about how I look, more about how I feel. And that try as I might, I cannot outrun time. Oh, I do know that exercise prolongs life and function - I firmly believe that, but I was just in a snit about hurting, creaking and a whole 'nother unbloggable list of complaints of the aging,menopausal body, plus the whole dental bone graft thing that's coming up.

So yesterday I just tried to do the next right thing - I won't even call it "back on the wagon" because that implies judgment - either good or bad, and I'm tired of viewing myself in those terms. I'm just acknowledging (after the fact, apparently) that I was doing the dumb teenager thing and rebelling against what I know are the right choices for me. So I did the dreadmill yesterday for a little extra time, rather than punish myself with the boot camp class. Then I came home, changed into my yoga clothes and spent some time on the mat, both practicing yoga and some meditation. Felt better immediately.

Went to bed early - which irritates the bejesus out of Bick (fodder for another post) and got a decent night's sleep and am up early to do more of the same - reading, meditating and posing.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Do what works. Then do it some more.

I'll probably weigh again on Wednesday.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Crabby Patty

Yes, that's me in the middle of the Flintstone Mobile. The picture was taken on the hottest trip in history. My grandparents (paternal) came to Texas to bring my Mom and me home from Texas in August of 1969. We drove north through the Badlands(113 degrees, no AC) with a boston terrier and two siamese cats. We headed through South Dakota, the Grand Tetons, Mt. Rushmore, YellowStone, etc. This photo was taken in Bedrock City, SD, just outside of Spearfish.

I opted for the dreadmill today at lunch rather than boot camp. I spent about an hour and 15 minutes on it and feel better than I did before I went. I still am grouchy, crabby and generally bitchy. You gotta problem with that?

Tired of Peddling

Taking a break didn't do much to make me feel more energetic. If anything, I'm feeling more lethargic. Don't know if it's emotional or physical, but I took three naps yesterday and I still didn't want to get up this morning.

Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Just keep peddling.