May. 7th, 2009
Hail the mighty hunter
May. 7th, 2009 04:55 pmAs I do most days, I napped this afternoon. Nearly every day I do that, my cat hears the noises of my starting to wake up and comes in from wherever he is to jump up and get petted once he's actually awake. (I observed the process when Mom and Dad would be visiting and one or the other of them took a nap.) This afternoon, then, I was just starting to stir, and whump there he was, staring at the wall a few feet up. I turned my head and saw quite a large spider there. I'm not really arachnophobic but I sure do hate bugs and things where I am doing personal things like sleeping. Not to worry, however: in one swipe he had it down on the floor, and then it was crunch crunch crunch time. He got extra treats with supper.
More steps of progress, literally
May. 7th, 2009 06:47 pmAs I mentioned in my big biographical musing I've been deep in a physical, mental, and emotional hole for several years. Coming out of it (in various senses) is very much a matter of increments: I do something, and gradually it helps, and suddenly I feel like doing more.
Today was one of those days. I've been walking more lately than in half a decade, and suddenly I felt a real drive to have a good pedometer. Ones that clip to the waistline or belt are iffy for me, because I have a lot of fat that can get in the way. But recently, friends have mentioned using pedometers that can work while in a pocket or purse, and when hooked to a shoe. That I could handle. So, all of a sudden, I thought, "I need to get one of these. And a new bathroom scale, while I'm at it," since the old one perished quality in my long crash.
I'm...not much looking forward to finding out what my weight is right now. It would be fair to say that I feel some active dread. I've been putting off finding out because of that stretch when I wouldn't have been able to do much about it. Now that I can, though, I'm ready to know, and to have some improvement to measure.
Today was one of those days. I've been walking more lately than in half a decade, and suddenly I felt a real drive to have a good pedometer. Ones that clip to the waistline or belt are iffy for me, because I have a lot of fat that can get in the way. But recently, friends have mentioned using pedometers that can work while in a pocket or purse, and when hooked to a shoe. That I could handle. So, all of a sudden, I thought, "I need to get one of these. And a new bathroom scale, while I'm at it," since the old one perished quality in my long crash.
I'm...not much looking forward to finding out what my weight is right now. It would be fair to say that I feel some active dread. I've been putting off finding out because of that stretch when I wouldn't have been able to do much about it. Now that I can, though, I'm ready to know, and to have some improvement to measure.