I've still been pretty sedentary lately, but trying to move a bit more - so after a day spent recovering from last night's Seder, attending a telecon for nearly 2.5 hours on a topic I find maddening, and writing an argument to be signed by an expert in the field of reproductive medicine for my daughter's insurance appeal (her doctor wants her to do oocyte cryopreservation because she is at high risk of losing her ovaries to stage 4 endometriosis, but her insurance insists that the ONLY purpose of the procedure is the excluded treatment of infertility, while the fact is, her need for it is to PRESERVE her fertility), I needed to move. I've been both sedentary, and tense and wound up all day.
Charles suggested we take a walk to get our dinner. We live in an area that I guess is best described as somewhere between urban and suburban - residential community of mostly small single family lots (house, driveway, house, driveway), with pass through streets that mostly have houses on them, and occasional main streets which also have a lot of homes on them. There aren't a lot of businesses we can walk to conveniently. We have a fancy upscale Italian grocery store a couple of blocks away that we use for small purchases that don't rate a drive to Costco or Safeway, a combo Taco Bell/KFC, a fancy looking but crappy Italian restaurant, a Starbucks, a sketchy taco place (though the food is pretty good), and that's about it. And at the far end of our neighborhood, at a gas station, a food mart with a Subway shop that just opened.
So, we walked the almost 1.5 miles roundtrip to Subway for dinner. It felt good to stretch my legs and back. I got a spicy Italian with double meat, to ensure that it lasts TWO meals.
I need to keep moving, before moss starts growing on me. Well, on Saturday, I fly back east for 9 days - that means getting up and getting dressed and going into the office every day - that should help break my sloth-like current habits. Charles promised the bikes come out as soon as I get back on the 28th.
Between sickness and FINALLY getting himself motivated to finish some big projects around here, including renovating the garage to build himself a workshop, and getting all our crap reorganized and either tossed or put away properly so we can dump the storage area we've been renting for almost 4 years, he's lost 20+ lbs and now weighs less than me. This is unacceptable. Since I certainly don't want to fatten him up, I'm going to have to get motivated to get back in shape myself.
Walking for my dinner was some baby steps.
Charles suggested we take a walk to get our dinner. We live in an area that I guess is best described as somewhere between urban and suburban - residential community of mostly small single family lots (house, driveway, house, driveway), with pass through streets that mostly have houses on them, and occasional main streets which also have a lot of homes on them. There aren't a lot of businesses we can walk to conveniently. We have a fancy upscale Italian grocery store a couple of blocks away that we use for small purchases that don't rate a drive to Costco or Safeway, a combo Taco Bell/KFC, a fancy looking but crappy Italian restaurant, a Starbucks, a sketchy taco place (though the food is pretty good), and that's about it. And at the far end of our neighborhood, at a gas station, a food mart with a Subway shop that just opened.
So, we walked the almost 1.5 miles roundtrip to Subway for dinner. It felt good to stretch my legs and back. I got a spicy Italian with double meat, to ensure that it lasts TWO meals.
I need to keep moving, before moss starts growing on me. Well, on Saturday, I fly back east for 9 days - that means getting up and getting dressed and going into the office every day - that should help break my sloth-like current habits. Charles promised the bikes come out as soon as I get back on the 28th.
Between sickness and FINALLY getting himself motivated to finish some big projects around here, including renovating the garage to build himself a workshop, and getting all our crap reorganized and either tossed or put away properly so we can dump the storage area we've been renting for almost 4 years, he's lost 20+ lbs and now weighs less than me. This is unacceptable. Since I certainly don't want to fatten him up, I'm going to have to get motivated to get back in shape myself.
Walking for my dinner was some baby steps.