Years ago, I lost 45 pounds and I kept it off…that is, until my 25th wedding anniversary trip to Europe celebration farce in October of 2013. Not only did I gain weight from all of the delicious food (Nutella crepes in Paris, foie gras in the south of France, tapas in Barcelona, and then the endless buffets of the cruise ship), but I also fell into a depression when I realized that Doc had no intention of keeping his promise to work on himself and our marriage – and when I’m depressed, I tend to eat.
By the time I came home from the trip, I was over 15 pounds heavier – and then another 15 pounds crept on after Doc announced he didn’t want to be married anymore and moved out in the dead of night (OK, it wasn’t the dead of night, it was the middle of the day when he thought I was going to be at work, but that didn’t sound as dramatic).
From time to time, over the past five months, I’ve been working on dropping the pounds with no real commitment or results – but I have to get serious. I have a whole wardrobe of clothes in my closet I can’t fit into anymore and I can tell I’m not as fit as I used to be. I’m starting to have weight related problems again – assorted aches and pains, indigestion, snoring, and (dare I say it) the leakage of certain bodily fluids I would rather remain in my bladder until they are given permission to come out.
I even *whispering so my children do not hear* eventually want to get horizontal with a handsome, sexy, gent – and I don’t want to have to worry about excessively jiggly bits that are not supposed to be quite so jiggly (although I have accepted the fact that my body will never be that of a 20-year-old woman again and I’m fine with that – for the most part).
So, when my job offered free Weight Watchers, I signed up right away. After all, I know the program works – it’s how I lost my original 45 pounds in the first place. Also, since coworkers are also signing up, it turns it into almost a competitive event (at least for me) – and I’m very competitive. Last time, one of the girls on the program was a coworker I just could not stand – she was hateful and catty and delighted in making my life miserable. So, while we were both on Weight Watchers, I made it my mission to sabotage her. At least two or three times a week I would bring homemade cookies, muffins, cake, or cinnamon rolls, and then sit back and chortle to myself as she made trip after trip to the break room for snacks. Back then, I wasn’t as nice as I am now *wink*.
Just in case you don’t know how Weight Watchers works – food is given a point value based on the micro-nutrients and you are assigned a certain number of points you can eat every day. They throw in some extra points for the week that you can use or not, and you can “earn” extra points by exercising. I like to eat – so I’ve been exercising a lot. Each day at lunchtime, I go walking for 30-50 minutes – inside at our tiny on-site gym if I must, but I’d much rather walk outside. There is something about the cool air on my face and the sun on my skin that makes me happy. I also like to explore new routes and see new sites. Occasionally my path takes me past a park or playground – and I’ll stop to play a little.
It snowed all weekend, so yesterday I walked on the treadmill – but today it was beautiful – sunny, a light breeze, and temperatures in the low 50’s. So I grabbed my sweater and phone, put on my “workout” music, and set out. The hospital where I work is surrounded by large swaths of undeveloped desert landscaping – there are arroyos and sagebrush and lots and lots of sand. The city has built some nice, paved walking paths, but mostly the trails meander here and there, made by ATVs, animals, runners, and other walkers like me.
Today I had company on my hike: a roadrunner.
Contrary to what Warner Brothers would like you to believe, roadrunners are vicious. One day I observed a roadrunner stake out my neighbor’s bird feeder, pouncing on a sparrow and, holding it’s body in its beak, repeatedly bashing the sparrow’s little head against a rock until it was dead. Yes, roadrunners are carnivores for the most part, which I never knew until I witnessed the murder. But for all their brutality, roadrunners are just cool to watch.
This roadrunner was walking along the road, staying a bit ahead of me until I pulled out my camera and attempted to take a shot – and then it took off like a flash. Warner Brothers did get that part right – roadrunners are fast!
On the way back to the hospital, after my dose of fresh air, sunlight, music, and wildlife, I was feeling contented and young at heart – I had been walking in a purposeful, yet swaggery kind of manner – kind of like John Travolta in the opening of Saturday Night Fever – but now I had an urge to skip a bit. You know, like we used to do as kids as we made our way…just about anywhere? It took me five minutes to remember how to skip and then another five trying to get coordinated enough to attempt to skip. I did end up skipping for several yards – but I’m still not sure I did it right and I’m rather grateful no 5-year-olds were around to critique my effort.
How do you like to keep fit? Are you frightened of roadrunners now? How are you on skipping?