“Half baked, with no added salt.”
“Fair game, I knew it well.”
Self, JustI say, Perhaps I’ll stay at the back of the pack. It would be a shame to die on a Friday afternoon.
It’s been in the 80’s for the past 3 days, and the weatherman says, “no more winter”! My lips are plumping up as I type! (Note to self, need facial moisturizer with SPF 30)
I’ve lost 41 lbs. since January 1, (yes, you can keep your New Year’s resolutions) and a
close friend acquaintance told me she could tell I had lost weight because my face looked thinner! Imagine that!
No, I didn’t do it riding my bike
No, I didn’t buy a Ninja juicer or find a magic “fat burner”,
I bought my husband and sister Fit Bits for Christmas and I let their
obsessive/compulsive personalities love of technology lead the way. Once they figured out that they could download the Fit Bit app to their phone and computer, they were on a roll. So, I bought myself a Fit Bit and the competition was on!
Walk 6-7 miles, burn over 2000 calories and eat 1500-1600 calories daily, and you lose weight. Easy peasy.
I have to change my “About” page, because the bike is in a stationary trainer right now. I started having some vertigo issues late last year, so to remain vertical I had to make some changes.
I started out by dragging the dog around the neighborhood. I say dragging, because he wasn’t as enthusiastic at walking at a fast clip. He prefers sniffing and peeing on every pillar and post.
Speaking of the dog…
He just finished his Grand Champion points in June, so we only have 99 points to go for his Bronze.
Did I mention obsessive/compulsive earlier?
It was Sunday, and I was bored, so I ventured over to the Fitness blogs. I’ve pretty much avoided them, because they have become boring too. Same old resolutions, probably by the same old(er) people. I hit on one, because there was a picture of a dog. The post was about the difficulties of performing yoga moves with a 10 month old puppy in the house. The young lady writing the post described how the dog is chewing everything…she now has chewed shoes, bras, articles of clothing…etc. The first thing that came to my mind was that this woman is
a slob very much like my husband. Our dog has trained (something that I couldn’t do) my husband to put his clothing in the laundry hamper and his shoes in the closet . Currently, the dog is training him to hang up his bath towel; I wish the dog luck. Once I tired of perusing the pictures, mostly selfies, I decided maybe I would watch some TV.
I don’t really like watching TV, but it was frigid and windy outside (again), so I settled in the recliner on the dog patio. The dog and I share this enclosed area, because we can escape from the BIG SCREEN TV in the family room. We have a normal size TV out there, and the dog and I are the only ones who routinely use the room. The only thing on TV that I really like to watch is HGTV, but the commercials tend to make me brain dead. I have to close my eyes when the Wayfair commercial comes on, because I can’t stand watching people who appear to be having epileptic seizures over the perfect throw pillow.
I settled on watching an episode of Love it or List It. I really got into watching this family (of 4) that lives in a 1000 sq. ft. row house. The husband was determined that it could be remodeled to become more functional, and the wife wanted a 2000 sq. ft. house that she could turn around in. After listening to the couple argue for 30 minutes, interrupted by 4 Wayfair commercials, I wanted to tell the wife that it would be easier to get a divorce. I had to get up and go outside to check the weather. The TV just wasn’t doing it for me.
Being the sucker for punishment that I am, I figured I would try and episode of Caribbean Life. This couple from North Carolina sold everything and were shopping for houses in Roatan, Honduras. They wanted a house they could turn into a bed and breakfast, on the beach. Now this husband and wife duo aren’t spring chickens, and they might want to check out some of the fitness blogs…just sayin’. Anyway, the realtor showed them 3 houses, and just as they were getting ready to decide on which house they were going to buy (I’m hanging on the edge of the recliner) the channel changed to a Food Network show…my husband had set the DVR to record Guy Fieri eating his way across America. So I gave up on the TV.
Having a curious nature, I diverted back to the internet and Googled Roatan, Honduras, and I thought I would share a few facts (as factual as the internet is) with you.
They do have an Aeromedical Service that operates on a membership basis, with a Sikosrky 62A helicopter that can transport up to three stretchers and is fully equipped for emergencies. It will take you to the big hospital in San Pedro Sula. Although Roatan has a hyperbaric chamber for diving emergencies, the website states that it’s currently out of commission…so sad.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
I hope spring gets here soon…