Looking at my last few blogs, I realized, what with all the running about frantically, I didn't do my last two weeks of scale day. I was rather mortified to think what kind of tonnage I was going to be up to this week, having finally remembered.
Down .4 pounds.
I wish I could say I was good about excersizing, and eating better. I really wasn't. I did some exercise, but more on the order of twice a week... I think some of the changes I have made in my diet have helped, drinking mostly water and tea, that sort of thing. But I didn't gain, so I am happy. And things have slowed somewhat, so I am hoping to get back to regular exercise. I know Rudee would appriciate it!
I even was able to exercise today, it's so funny to have Rudee go with me. He wants to go out and play in the worst way, so much so that he will whine and bark incessantly when he sees my walking poles. It was sloppy going today, it was raining the last few nights, and froze yesterday. So going up the hill, I found several places I had to be careful, as we have red soil, that the slightest bit of water makes trecherous. (Hence the walking poles. Husband actually slid down the hill about 10 feet, on his knees, because of the mud, earlier in the season.) After traipsing about wildly, Rudee decided that he'd had enough, and started tagging along with me while I walk, tounge hanging out, and giving me the "I am abused, let's go back" look. Oddly enough, this has happened since I have been 'power walking'. When I ambled, he never had any problems being out for long periods. My only guess is, since he likes to shadow me, and I don't stop (or at least try not to) while exercising, he is getting more of a workout, as well, and is feeling less than excited after the 10th or 12th time to and fro. I go at least 30 minutes, and he gives me "the look" at about 20. I find this funny, but I have told him to sit, or lay down, so he doesn't have to follow me, and he'll look like he's being punished, so I quit doing that. He wants to be with me. Period.
I am seeing signs of spring. Fresh moss, some new grass, and I think some wild strawberry plants at the top of the hill. Those won't last long, we have wild rabbits up there, among other things. It's making my walking fun, seeing what new things are blooming. When I am not sneezing. (Eh. Oh, well.)
After this darn season of cold weather, bobcats, and a plethora of roosters, I have... One young hen left. The bobcat managed to get at least three of the young ones, and one froze, (She was in with the others, so I am guessing she wasn't healthy, but not one of the others seemed to have a problem), and I had 7 roosters, total, (now down to Leo, a very elderly gentleman was looking for some birds, so I decided that they needed a new home, I wasn't going to have time to deal with them properly.) I have that young hen, and two older hens that are laying some, but after my high hopes for this season, I may have to go buy chicks, if I can't get a gal broody this spring.
Darn it, darn it, darn it... Stupid Bobcat. Stupid cold. Darn it.
I had a laugh from Husband. I am getting more familiar with the various deputies, and talk about the various things (that I can talk about) at the sub station. I was telling him about Deputy X, Deputy Y, Deputy Z... When Husband up and says, and don't forget Deputy Doo Dah! (Sung to Zippity Doo Dah.) I was caught off gaurd, and it just made me crack up. He gets silly little zingers like that in, every once in a while.
The gent that I was doing the duty for is back and on his feet again, he had knee surgery. So, with any luck, I will be back on a somewhat normal schedule for a while. We were all rooting for him to be mobile again, and it sounds like he is, he is coming back to the substation this week. Yay! I like helping, but when people start making jokes about living here, I begin to suspect I might be overdoing it.
I am trying desperately not to start planting seeds. I just went to a local store to pick up some eggplant seed. (I tried it last year, and it grew, so I wanted to plant some for family, and maybe Mom will trade for some of that eggplant parmasan she keeps telling me about.) Wellll, uh. I got that, and some flower seed, and some herb seed, and some more... I think I ended up with about a dozen packages. Or more, I didn't count. That's not counting the two or three that Mom threw in "because they looked interesting". I am going to have a garden of HUGE size, at the rate it's going. The saying "eyes are bigger than my stomach". I guess in this case "more seeds than my garden can hold." But they will keep, and I will have lots of things in planter pots and such, so it's still going to work.
(She said, trying to forget the forest of monster sized zukes she had the other year, when she was gone to faire, and Husband didn't remember to pick, but DID water. Shudder...)