The first Saturday in July usually has this sign up by our house. It’s a sign of our ” Whale of a Day” street fair. Our “Amity” gets vendors up and down the Main Street, and the proceeds benefit scholarships for the local high school.
It usually is a quick walk for me, especially on a day like today. The humidity is brutal. The flip side of this? There are tons of water,water ice, ice cream, smoothie and other vendors that have lines out the door.
On a serious side, Townbank, in the 1600’s was a village for whaling boats. Thus, the “Whale of a Day”. It is tied in to the Fourth of July, so they knew folks would be in town with money to spend. I got some kettle corn for the house,dog treats for Kasia, a bottle of water and earrings. I don’t buy things that advertise where we are, as I live here. I am happy to support the fair and check out the vendors.
It would just be nicer on a day 20 degrees cooler!
In a minimal amount of time, here are some things that have made me grateful and happy during this leg of my behavior modification.
Even with fourteen pounds off, my feet hurt less. I basically wear the same shoes when I am in school and it’s absolutely amazing how the loss of weight has my feet saying thank you.
“Weight”! Are those my missing in action abdominal muscles? All of a sudden I have the ability to take steps without walking one step at a time. Now I can ambulate one foot after another! It has sadly been a while since I did that.
I always drank water. That was never really an issue for me. However, starting again from square one in behavior modification has stirred up the thirst in me. I like that. Ever look at low calorie lemonade, soda, juice, etc? Ever look at the label and read the ingredients? You go and read until you see the big 5 syllable words that translate into chemicals. Ugh. No thanks: I’ll pass.
My cheerleading squad is with me every step of the way. It helps that Jim is doing this with me, but he is truly in my corner, encouraging me by telling me how much better I look. My neighbor behind me comes down over the weekend and we go for a walk. Gregory, my neighbor, does research work for me and tells me about different twists on “Eat this, not that”.He also finds comprehensive quick lists of calories in things, such as lunchmeat. My 81 year old neighbor calls over to me to tell me she can see the loss of weight in my torso. Oh, and let’s not forget my Kasia, my number one walking partner.
My support group rocks!
No, I don’t waltz by myself in a women’s room stall, but all of a sudden I seem to have a little bit more room to take care of business in.You go from banging elbows on stall walls, to noticing I don’t have to hang on anything to get myself up. I missed that and am grateful to have that ability back.
So this is my quick list for now. Sometimes, I have to admit, I see the little changes and kick myself for letting myself go that far. Depression sucks, and I was deep in it. Crawling up and taking care of myself? I find it a much more pleasurable task.