Thursday, August 1, 2013
Day 62: The Sun Went Down and So Did My Weight
I felt ridiculously full after dinner (ridiculous, because all I had was one-fourth of a seven-egg omelet with bacon and vegetables, a big handful of veggies and homemade cilantro dip, three very small rolls [the size of a plum], and a helping of fresh fruit — a good-size meal but not excessive in any way, and yet I felt like I was digesting a steer), so then I remembered my pre-heat wave goal of taking an after-dinner 15-minute walk every night (which I've done exactly never since making that vow — see "heat wave," also night-time zumba).
I also saw that Good Neighbor Anne's car was in her driveway, so I went over to coax her into walking with me. Alas, she was on hold with Social Security, but we had a good chat in the 40 or so minutes it took them to answer the phone. Crazytown!
And I walked, and the sun set, and the air was cool and clean and so lovely. I can't believe that I don't exercise all the time in the fall when the weather is perfect. What on earth stops me?
I have to say: I am really not enjoying this summer. (You, the faithful readers of my blog, are now saying, Blow me down.) August is finally here and that is something, but I will be very glad to kiss this season goodbye.
But! The weekend is nigh, I have all sorts of fun things planned, and I just rented three oddball movies that I'm excited about: Wendy and Lucy, Blue Car, and Next Stop Wonderland. (They were in an article titled "Great Movies You've Never Heard Of," and I can certainly vouch for the second half of that title. I'll let you know about the rest.)
Off to finish turning two dowdy dumpy T-shirts into cool tank tops, and maybe I'll watch Wonderland while I sew. I feel great after my walk, dinner is all nice and settled, and so far I'm successfully resisting the bottle of Kendall Jackson Mother's Milk Chardonnay that Brunie brought me, as well as the pint of Chunky Monkey, Ben & Jerry's most perfect concoction, in the freezer. I will just drink coffee and call it a night.
—Lady C, ready to sew and to avoid the freezer