It's been a difficult week here.  First, a friend  retired, someone my husband sees most days at work, likes immensely, respects, and relies on at work.  My husband has been "down" or depressed about 5 days in his entire life, but he's pretty down about this. The good news is that the friend is going to through-hike the Appalachian Trail, and dear husband hopes to meet up with him and hike a section.

Second, a friend of ours who occasionally camps/rides with us passed away on Sunday, VERY suddenly, at age 65, so the week has been full of worrying about his wife, taking food to the family, copying and delivering pictures of past rides, and passing the news to other horse-friends. Today is visitation, with the funeral tomorrow.

I did manage to walk/jog 2 miles on the treadmill Monday (not nearly as enjoyable when you have to keep your shirt on....our son was in and out of the house, darn it), then yesterday I hiked the Heritage Trail (mostly paved, with a fairly steep and long uphill) in the sunshine with my trusty traildog, Sigmund. It was nice to have a sunny day with temps in the low 50s.

My husband has now lost about 16 lbs on that nasty Nutrisystem diet, and I'm holding at 4 lbs lost on my diet/exercise plan. What is that definition of insanity?....doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result?  That's me: sticking to my food plan, even tho it obviously is NOT working.  Actually, it's a bit ambitious to call it a "plan."

1435 miles to Moab.