I’ve been playing a good-habit game on my smartphone. It’s the only app or program I’ve found so far that actually has me chucking bad habits and going through with good ones. I’m flossing regularly and remembering to blog!
I’m up to my ears in work, which is good, but the little habit game is giving me a new challenge: Celebrate Your Success! I’ve successfully completed a set of good habits for three days in a row and now I have to remember to reward myself for being such a good girl.
So, I’ll call this my celebration for the first day. I’m taking a break from my work to stretch my writing brain and to communicate with the rest of the world…well, at least you guys!
Today I am baking. I haven’t baked a loaf of bread in years and now that 2013 is behind me I want to give myself more fulfilling activity. Last year was tough – actually, the last year and a half. A lot fell by the wayside, including aspects of my health. My doctor is telling me I need to de-stress and I’m taking her advice, with health and fitness activities and meditation. So, I’m hoping for a better, healthier and more prosperous 2014. Today, bread will be my guide.
I’m starting out small. No fancy whole grains or anything else, just a simple, white loaf that’ll come out of the oven this evening, just in time for dinner.
Believe it or not, I’ve been kinda’-sorta’ sticking to my exercise schedule. The incredibly mild weather certainly hasn’t hurt. Today it was warm enough to go out without a coat. I decided to bring my camera along for the ride and came across a rather handsome doorway that all but cried out: “take a picture of me!”
So, I did.
I found that rather nice, especially with the sun shining down from a picture-perfect blue sky. I walked from Arlington Center to Arlington Heights, about 2 or 3 miles. That takes me about an hour to walk, although I tarried along the way to explore things and take pictures.
I came home via bus with a few grocery and drug store items to show for my ventures. I’ve got that pleasant fatigue you get when you exercise. And – my conscience is clear!
Day two of exercise for the week – an hour’s walk from Arlington Center to Arlington Heights. It was a fairly mild day (for February) and I had some great music playing through my newly-found JVC headphones. I haven’t walked that way for quite some time and I’m glad that I’m able to do that again. I like watching things, especially the little, local shops that line Massachusetts Avenue. There are a lot of new ones and I enjoyed checking them out via their front window.
I came across a particularly pretty shop in Arlington Heights and just had to stop to see what was inside. It’s called The Savory Plate and they feed the world, or at least the part of it that comes in their door. All their food is home-made and fresh as can be. I walked in and immediately ran into a friend of mine there. Good sign! Two of the co-owners were there and we got to talking. It sounds to me like they really love what they do, which is good since they’re putting in long, long days at this early stage of their business.
I love chatting with people about their businesses, especially the ones who really love what they do. It’s a passion: I can see it in their eyes and in their faces. They’re exhausted, they’re putting out fires every day, and they love every minute of it. So, I decided to splurge and get myself a sandwich for dinner. The hubby won’t be home tonight until very late and I’m on my own for my evening meal. Why not let someone else make that dinner for me, for a change?
I got my sandwich and took the bus back home. Then I removed it from it’s silver foil wrap and – wow! – saw the following:
Nom! If you live in Arlington, MA, go visit them on Massachusetts Avenue in the Heights.
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo! Watch me dance my Snoopy dance (carefully). I made it through the week, with a 27-minute session on the treadmill. The endorphins kicked in at around 23 minutes, then my Achilles tendon decided to call it quits at 26 1/2 minutes. I was a good girl. I stopped at 27 minutes, then made my way back downstairs to the locker rooms to change and go home.
Three times in one week! New record! Now let’s celebrate!
Spent 25 minutes on the treadmill machines at the gym. My knees are saying that’s okay, just as long as I don’t start doing something stupid like start running. But, hey, I can create fake hills by pressing a button and I can make myself walk faster by pressing another button. And, then there’s this whole “choose a course” thing that I’ve yet to dare. Too many buttons!
Okay, so twice this week, on Monday and Wednesday. If I get to Friday – a whole three days a week – I’ll declare myself a treadmill ninja for this week. Maybe I’ll even do this:
Yes, it’s been a while. At this point I’ve run out of excuses and/or reasons for not making it to the fitness center, a whole block and a half away from my house. I was sick. I was tired. I was busy. I didn’t want to get all sweaty.
Ahem – I was avoiding it! Lazy, bad Margy. I finally moved my gluteous maximi out of the door and to the gym. I also did some walking earlier in the day, from one set of errands to the next. Deposited some checks at the bank. Bought a new soap dish for the bath tub. Picked up a new bottle of shampoo.
Then, finally, before dropping a load of laundry into the washer I collected an extra pair of socks and brought me and my kit to the health club. Changed, walked on the treadmill a bit, cursed by sore knees and then came home.
Finally. Boy, you’d think I had to climb Mount Everest to get there!
Well, I can pat myself on the back. Put in a rather full work day, but found the time to work out at the gym. Went the usual route on the treadmill, but accidentally stopped after 28 minutes and 48 seconds. I was trying to slow the contraption down, to ease out of things, but hit the “off” button instead.