My dental hygienist re-lit my spark?! Huh?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
A-mazing! She said, "I can see that your health is important to you, so I know you can turn this around. I'd tell most people to come back in 3 months, but I am certain you can fix this by yourself. Come back in 6 months."
My Jiminy Cricket conscience shakes his scrawny finger at me and says, "If your health is sooooo important to you, why aren't you getting your 10k steps in every day? And why do you bake cookies and then proceed to eat them? And that tapioca you made "for your dh"...how come you had 2 servings of that junk? And why are you blaming the hunters on your mountain for your inability to get out and exercise? And why are you gaining back the weight IF you're sooooo gosh-darned 'concerned with your health'?"
So, I put on the long johns, the hat, the gloves, the scarf, the snowboots, the hiking poles, the pedometer, and the fanny pack which carries the water, the cell phone & the MP3 --- and started up the mountain. Oh, how I wished I'd started 2 hours earlier so I could continue on and on before the sun set behind that mountain and the temperature plummeted. It was so beautiful! "Why do I have to go home?" I wailed. (answer: because there are no street lights ... or streets for that matter...and there are wild animals, that's why.)
En route, my Jiminy Cricket conscience showed up on my shoulder again with his smirky, little face. (who invited him, anyway!) He sez, "Yep... the previously loose jeans are snug. You're out of breath (so what if it is 9,000' above sea level...you're used to that!). And you're worried about meeting (son) Kevin's girlfriend's parents who are 10 years younger & happy to ride their bikes while it snows (OK...so they live 4,000 ft. lower and on a flat bike path instead of steep mountains, so what? They're movin' it, baby!). Will you feel more comfortable when you can't even zip your pants?!!! "
And he continues, "And in a month, you'll be wanting to wear shorts in TX at Christmas ...if you can get them on." Boy, this insect is a jerk! Where's my DEET spray?!
So after supper, my pedometer said I'd only walked 8,000 steps. Yesterday I would've said, "Well, it's almost bedtime. Maybe tomorrow I'll make it. Or maybe next week." But nooooo, Jiminy Cricket drags me to the treadmill, cranks up the incline to the max and we walk another 4,700 steps & burned another 225 calories. And I feel g-r-r-r-r-eat! Happier than I've been in weeks! And guess what? I'm dragging Jiminy outta the house earlier tomorrow and we'll go see where that mountain road goes.
But before that, I've gotta start reducing the inflammation in my gums. After all, my health is really important to me -- and she believes I can do this myself! I believe I'll prove her right!