Tuesday
Well, I didn’t quite do what I said I would do and walk before turning on the computer but I did cut the computer time short and walk before noon. This was made the more difficult because, again, I slept late even though I went to bed at a reasonable hour. I even went to sleep at a reasonable hour too!
After my walk, I ate lunch and then went to tutor Robin at the library. It went quite well. I have the second tuition with her tomorrow. She asked me to her apartment for this one since she needed to start earlier than 1 pm and the library doesn’t open until then. It actually is more convenient for me to go to her apartment because her building is on the corner of the road where I live and I walk right past it on my way to the library, but I wasn’t going to suggest it unless she did. Then, of course, she started apologizing for the state of the apartment before I even got there! Why on earth do we women do this!
After I got home, I put on a lighter jacket {because I was overdressed and got uncomfortably hot this morning} and went for a second walk. For some reason my osteoarthritic left hip was making itself known this afternoon. Normally these days, since I have lost the weight, I don’t have any idea it is there. It works just like the other hip and just like the other hip, with no pain. {Actually, X-rays show arthritis damage in both hips but the left is considerably more affected than the right one. } But today it was there and made itself known so I cut the walk a bit shorter in distance and slowed down. The IPod knew what was going on and only played slower music as opposed to this morning when the music was brisk!
Fred had left for what he thought was an appointment with his kidney doctor but it turned out the wrong date had been written on his card. Anyway, as he says, it all counts as exercise. But, he said he had physical difficulty walking while he was there. He said he had thought he was back to where he was before the surgery and I told him I thought from observing him that he wasn’t. He has far less stamina than he had then. And, I said I think he should go back to doing his exercises at least twice a day. {He had let it all slip to once a day in the same way as I had let my walking slip to once a day.} So, a few minutes ago, he got up and did his back-against-the-wall exercises to strengthen his legs and then his 100 steps on the treadmill. He asked me to keep reminding him about doing them at least twice a day. Which I will.
I love days like today when the snow is melting and the sun is shining….
Until later…
I feel sad when women apologize for things like that. They have been taught to measure their self-worth by the cleanliness of their house. (I must’ve missed that lesson!) It’s good that Fred is going back to exercising. I think this is a time of year when people have trouble sticking with things. When spring comes, people start feeling energized again. hugs, Weesprite
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We do it because we women care whether other people think we are slobs or not. Then again, I know a few women who could care less, but they apologize anyway. 🙂
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yes, i love sun shining and snow melting days in february! take care,
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Sunshine is good.
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*huggs*
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We had lovely weather here today. high of 63* , but snow for tomorow yuk!
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No, it wasn’t addressed to you. frank
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I love any day the snow is melting. 🙂
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It got nearly balmy today here, which is a miracle. Alas, more bad weather on the way, however. I do know what you mean by the hip — it still happens to me more often than what I would like.
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RYN: Of course, I have the only child who dislikes fruit. He only eats strawberries with any consistancy. He will eat grapes and apples on occasion. He was like that as an infant as well. He would like sausage or bacon every day, but I think the PB crackers are better. Once strawberries are reasonably prices, I will try that. I’ll send a password once I get the entry all finished.
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