The D Word

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19571596.post-48546905479779917472008-02-11T10:30:00.000-08:002008-02-11T10:56:13.721-08:00The D WordI have terrible timing in my life. If I think it's a good time to buy stock, just get ready...the market will free-fall. If I decide to plant new, expensive landscaping...once again, hold tight...here comes the drought. Conversely, if I plan a pool party, that will most definitely break said drought...with torrential rains and flooding (washing away the expensive, now-dead landscaping). So, of course, my timing to start my new diet is TERRIBLE. Three days before Valentine's Day! I know, I know. And I do have a bag of red and white Hershey kisses in the freezer...."just in case" a candy emergency arises. I have this idea that keeping chocolate, cookies, brownies and cake in the freezer will keep me from eating them, when, in fact, I can tell you with complete certainty that all of the above don't even need to be thawed completely to be quite tasty. So, when I woke up this morning determined to diet yet again, I surprised even me. I actually got on the scale. Let's just say that out of the three numbers determining my weight, I was only happy with one of them. I also decided today would be the day that I would start my tremendous fitness program with a walk. This is a big step coming from the one spouse in this marriage who DIDN'T think getting a recumbant bike for Christmas was a "great joint gift". And the one who certainly didn't want it in the living room. And the one who ate ice cream while her DH triumphing pedaled "25 miles" and 135 calories away. Yes, a walk. After all, I did buy Rowdy Son that way-cool walking stick at Big Bend (where we were planning to hike, really...but the signs warning us that mountain lions would eat our dog were a tad off-putting). I grabbbed the stick, grabbed the dogs, grabbed the kids and headed out. Well, you know you haven't been on enough walks when the first obstacle was convincing the Chihuahua that we weren't walking, um, to the car. She has a flexi-lead that allows her 25 ft. of freedom before I yank her back to me. She used that 25 feet to her full advantage the whole way up the driveway, looking longingly back at the car. By the time our walk was over, I was thinking longingly of that same car, but no one was jerking me along by a leash. More's the pity. The kids decided this was the perfect time to ride their bikes. We were a true dog and pony show as we headed up our rural street...the chihuahua stretching across the road, ready to trip any bike rider that came up close. Which they did, constantly. Then we had to cross the dam. It had water splashing over it. Ahem, not something Chihuahuas want on their dainty feet. At that point, I truly did want to go home, but we had gone an embarrassingly short 1/8 of a mile. In my "before and after" story that I intend to write about my fabulous success in losing weight and getting fit, I just don't want to write that "I started out walking for 100 yards". I was determined to get in 3/4 to 1 mile today, even if I had to carry the dratted dog. Maybe that could count as weight training? The pony part of our dog and pony show happened when we, yes, came up to the pasture with the horse. HE was very interested in the dog. SHE was not so sure about him. I thought it was a grand time to take a breather, and anyway, who needed to walk so fast? Let the critters sniff each other, right? Meanwhile, the kids were zooming up and down the street on their bikes, coming perilously close to running over the cowering Chi. We headed home. The silly Chihuahua still wanted in the car. I wanted in a chair. I am determing to lose 30 pounds by the summer. It was relatively easy this morning, bikers, critters and flooding not-withstanding, because it was an overcast 65 degrees. Let's see how I do in the almost certain 40 degree weather that is still ahead of us and the 100 percent certain 100 degree days that will comprise the weather from April through September. I'm going to blog as much as I can about this...as much as I can painfully recount. For example, the silence that greeted my announcement that breakfast was going to be oatmeal. The crabbiness that my kids endure as I grit my teeth and eat a handful of almonds instead of divine frozen Hershey Kisses. The amounts and ways of preparing chicken and veggies, to more silence at the dinner table. And yes, the little victories. I'll weigh each Monday. If I don't lose anything, my own silence will be deafening. herewegoagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16475883634621199391noreply@blogger.com