Charting one woman's journey
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February 10, 2005
Today, I think the Fatastic Journal is going to start to sport a different look. My attention span to exercise is that of a gnat. I've been trying to find something, anything that will inspire me to do what I need to do. I have a great treadmill. I have a great exercise bike. I have an exercise ball. I have resistance tubes. I have videos and DVDs out the wazoo. I have a mini-trampoline. I could exercise every day of the week and not do the same thing twice. Truthfully, I hate it all. Since we're in the balmy 40's here in Grizzly Flats, California, I took it upon myself yesterday to go for a walk. About 50 minutes later, I was dragging my half-dead self up my driveway. My feet felt like they had flippers attached and weren't working well or hitting the ground right. My shins were sore the rest of the day and I was a little off balance. I really do realize that it's not supposed to be fun. It's just SO not fun!
Today, I did the same thing. Forgot my watch, but took a pedometer with me. I did (evidently) 2.32 miles and 5094 steps. Again, I was pretty sure I was going to collapse into a huge, asystolic puddle, twitching and foaming at the mouth. It was terrible. The air was crisp and clear. Temperature was OK. I felt alright for the first mile, but after that, it was terrible.
I did, however, take my camera this time, which is where the new look comes in. If I am going to do this (and so far, I guess I will), I want to at least be doing it for some reason other than the fact that I overate for about 15 years. Katrina Rasbold: Photojournalist. I figure I can at least look for things to share with you each day. That will also make me more accountable while it lasts. Do I sound cynical? Oh well, Cynics (and stretch pants) R Us.
When I was little and saw signs like this, I used to
think the road
A typical Grizzly Flats driveway. We're high
fallutin' 'cause we
I used to pay money to get these at Christmas time.
Awww. Gonna be a Christmas tree when he groes up.
And his friends.
??!! Some Starsky and Hutch fan after my heart.
This house is on the market.
Here is the metro listing. Anyone
Woodhenge or a tree graveyard?
This sign was next to the tree graveyard, I guess to
[insert steaming emerald envy here]
This place also had those white, lighted reindeer hooked
up to a real sleigh.
The only evidence of litter I saw in over 2 miles, with
Picture didn't come out well. I wanted to show you
the Christmas lights
I'm not really this wide. I was wearing a giant fleece shirt that billows.
I'm having wood envy. >:<
This is also common: homemade road signs.
I was walking for about a mile and a half and following
As it turned out, it was even better. That road
turned into my road!
Another angle on Logan's Run (70's sci fi fans are alll
"Trucks not advised?" Should read, "HUMANS not advised."
Pfft. Everything here has a view.
Pant Pant Pant. Only 200 feet straight up to
Grizzly Peak (also with
I think the FH stands for "fucking hell," as in, "Why in the... did I do this?"
More tomorrow? Maybe?
December 27, 2004 - February 9, 2005
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