Last Saturday was one of those perfect climate days. It was cool, crisp and had that fall smell. Do you know what smell I’m talking about? If not, it’s a little hard to explain. That smell has been around for a little bit now in the northeast, but the weather has been switching from downright chilly days to ones that are too cool for just a shirt, but another layer makes me sweat. Argh! (that was my pirate noise)
I slept a little late, had some vanilla biscotti flavored coffee that Frank brewed, put in a load of laundry, made some cheesy scrambled eggs with chives and plopped my fanny down while holding my second cup of coffee. I then proceeded to watch my Saturday morning lineup. Over the past few weeks, we’ve had somewhere to be on each Saturday, so it felt great to not be on a schedule.
However, after watching the morning news and then flipping around from channel to channel, I started to feel as if I were forgetting something. It took a while to remember what it was that I was supposed to be doing, but then it finally hit me….EXERCISE! Argh! (there’s that noise again) Truthfully, I’m not a big fan of the “E” word these days. I’ve been in a bit of a funk about it for …..uhm…..about the last 4 to 5 years or so. (hanging head in shame)
Just to put it all out there….there’s a reason why I felt like I should be exercising instead of warming the sofa with my ever broadening fanny. (By the way, we had a neighbor named Fanny when I was a kid. I just always thought that was funny.) Ahem…so I had some blood work done the other day at the doctor’s office and was told that my triglycerides were pretty high. ” Uhm WHAT?! ” That was my reaction. Eloquent, huh? Well, I was a bit surprised.
I left the office after being told that I needed to follow-up with my primary care doctor to get a complete physical. Once I got home I sat the fanny down again and did a little research on the situation. I guess I’d had the impression that bad cholesterol results went hand in hand with being overweight. While I’m not in shape, so to speak, I’m not overweight at all. My kids call it “skinny fat.” Isn’t that nice? To hear the term being used to describe one’s self is like getting a hug and then a slap at the same time. “You’re skinny (hug) fat (slap!).” However, I’m a bit thick headed at times and even though I knew that the term wasn’t exactly flattering, my fanny still preferred to keep the couch warm whenever there was a spare moment.
While I knew that a more toned body would be a good thing, I guess the desire to be toned wasn’t as strong as the fear feeling I got when I found out that the cholesterol wasn’t so great. Unfortunately, I’ve got a family history of cholesterol issues and heart disease. I just stupidly thought that I’d dodged that bullet since my weight is actually at the lower end of the spectrum for my height.
I’ve decided to look at this as a wake up call. As of now, I’ve received a warning and am being given the opportunity to hopefully get back to my old ways when I used to exercise regularly and didn’t even hate it.
Let’s be honest by saying that it’s hard to get off the couch, especially when the bad habits have been here for so long, but after pushing myself and going for that brisk two mile walk, I felt great. Well, great that I exercised, but I’m embarrassed to say that I actually slightly hurt myself walking. No really! The only thing more embarrassing that hurting one’s self walking is hurting one’s self sleeping. Have you ever turned over and pulled something? Yes, I’ve done that too, but I’ve never admitted it until now. 🙁
So I got into my car and drove to the park. Now if you knew where I lived, you’d realize just how pathetic this is since I’m literally a 3 to 4 minute walk from the park. Old habits die hard. I got out of my car, stretched for a minute or so, and started off. At the exact same time, a woman who was quite a bit older than myself, also started off on her second mile as her husband, who had just been walking with her, decided to go and get horizontal on a bench.
Well as we all know, it’s just awkward to walk right next to someone else who’s keeping the same pace. I had to make the decision to either slow down or stop for a bit to let her get ahead a ways OR to speed up to maybe even a jog, (the horror!), to pass her. I decided to pass her since I was sure that my pace would be faster. I started swinging my arms and passing and what did she do? SHE SPED UP! Seriously! She was not about to let me pass her during a walk so her arms started swinging too and it briefly became a race.
Within a short period of time, I started to consider stopping to fake tie my shoe but she then started up a conversation. Well, we ended up having a very interesting conversation while never slowing down. She was lovely to talk to and thankfully the two miles were over before I knew it. I felt great. We parted with a smile, saying that we hoped to run into each other again, and then I hobbled to my car, the pain increasing with each step. I sat in my car, realizing that I’d pulled something directly behind my left knee. Argh!
Thankfully the pull was not so bad the next day and was even gone by Monday. Back to the park I go! Enjoy the fall pictures below.