*sigh* for some inexplicable reason, I have NOT lost 10 lbs this week. Nor last week, for that matter. Many years ago I taught Nutrition (notice that's capitalized ....?) and I know that there are 3500 calories in a pound. So a person (I'm not naming names here) needs to USE 3500 more calories than she eats to lose ONE pound. This apparently does not work the same for the male species. Nor on The Biggest Loser.
I jogged/walked my 2 miles on the treadmill yesterday and managed to jog a mile and a quarter of it. Last time I thought I maybe had a lung collapse (for those who didn't read that post, spoiler alert.....I didn't). This time during the second half mile I began to think maybe I was developing a stress fracture of my left tibia (shinbone). Then I went on to visualize my x-rays, then the cast, then exactly how fat I'd get with no exercise. (Why, yes, I am a drama queen/hypochondriac). By the time I run to Moab, I'll be dead and buried (in an oversized casket, of course) if I don't control my imagination.
Speaking of that, it's 1505 miles to Moab. I'm going to count my walking miles, too, so I've only 1499 miles left. I'll only count the miles since I started this blog. Hey, I'm perking up; 1499 sounds sooooo much less than 1505.
I might try to actually get on one of the horses today. Have to look back thru some pictures to make sure I remember.....let's see, I'm supposed to be facing the ears when I sit down, right?
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