Another quiet day... which suited me fine :) This writing every day is difficult cuz I'm afraid of being trite or boring. Sorry if I'm either. The quiet days give me perhaps too much time to dwell on what I'm doing. I'm feeling good, but still very caught up in the food of it all. My father was a great man but not terrifically introspective. I don't think he had much time for it. I can hear his voice in my ear saying, " Now, Cath... you didn't put it on quickly so what makes you think it'll come off quickly. Just buckle down and work at it ".
With that in mind this week I'll "work at it". Turns out there is a community pool right up the street from my house. And who wouldn't want to swim at a place called "Pinky" Lewis :)
In case you're keeping track, I will be doing the official weighs on Wednesdays cuz that's the day the scale came here to live.
neither trite nor boring...one of my first stops each morning...i feel like i am actually talking to you every day by reading this.
ReplyDeletekeep it up...the other day, 222 days sounded like just the right amount of time to accomplish something great. :)
and swimming is the best for a couple of reasons. No jarring stress on your joints. And if you are not a really well trained swimmer, you might find as you swim lengths you have to concentrate on technique so you don't drown! I found I couldnt think about food or weight or work or ANYTHING while trying to remember the right crawl stroke. It became like a meditation.
ReplyDeleteInspiring, you are.
Good writer too.