It has been foggy. Like, I can't see the tree in the front yard foggy. Mom came up with "50 Days of Gray" to describe it. I think it's been closer to a week, but I must say it's been depressing. Yuck, to put it mildly. And it's been at freezing. Or just below.
I have actually kept up with my exercise, but found out graphically one of my problems. I walked on the road, after about 2-3 weeks of walking on my (gravel and lawn) driveway. ONE DAY on the road, and I am in pain again. So, I will go back to driveway walking. It still works, even if I really don't like walking, AT ALL, in this weather.
I hope to write some on my book today, or I will not have written all week. Unless you count opening it up, reading a couple of my recent pages, and writing a note or two on why it needs re-written. Not exactly emptying the ink in my pen.
On the bright side, I went to a restaurant that I have frequented, that I've not gone to in a while. One of the waitresses is a total love, and usually greets me with a big hello and chat. I came in and she walked right by...
I started to walk to the table, when she turned and gave me a curious look. "HOW ARE YOU?!!? You are so much smaller! I didn't recognize you right off!" Then she gave me a big hug. I had not seen her since the great Leg Break of Thanksgiving, so I caught her up, and Husband, pleased, told her of my 3 mile a day walking regimen. It was nice to see her, and nice that I am losing enough that someone can notice!
Now, if I can just get some sleep, the fog (both mental and meteorological) would lift some, and I wasn't so inclined to be lazy when I am awake, things would go. One of the deputies suggested a six-pack of Red Bull...
Um. Go, not blast off... ; )