Oh, yucky day...

...food and weatherwise. Today was a bit of a healthy eating fail. I am sorry to say that I was forced to eat a large slice of homemade pecan pie. By "forced", I mean that the dastardly villain gave me friendly smile and asked, "Would you like a piece of homemade pecan pie?" It was a clear-cut case of healthy-eating sabotage and it was, OMG, soooo yummy! So, as I type this, I have consumed approximately 1800 calories, assuming the offending slice of pie was about 500 calories. Sigh.

  On the bright side, my hubby and I did get to walk two miles once I got home. There was a time, a few months ago, that I was actually walking about three miles almost daily. Unfortunately, the shorter days and a certain scheduler (are you reading CINDY?) have conspired to keep me from getting home in time to get in my three miles. In fact, I had stopped walking altogether. That is, until recently when I got the bright idea that, because walking those three miles takes so long, I would instead run a mile each evening, hoping to eventually work up to more. (In that same line of thought, because it takes so long to drive to each of my patients, I'll instead fly my invisible Wonder Woman jet everywhere.)

  This running idea might work out well, except for the fact that I have, I'm sure, a scientifically documented fear of having anyone witness me doing strenuous physical activity. (Or, FOPSME-- Fear of People Seeing Me Exercise. This goes hand in hand with my compulsion for creating acronyms.) For example, once I joined a Zoomba class at a gym. During the first session, I was so shamed by my dorky, non-rhythmic image reflected back at me in the gym mirror, that I ran screaming into the parking lot--never to Zoomba again. Well, it probably wasn't quite that dramatic but it really has scarred me for life. Not to mention the corneal damage my fellow Zooba-ers must've suffered that evening.

  In my mind, walking very quickly does not fall into the category of Potentially Embarrassing Physical Endeavors. But running does. Therefore, this is how my "running" sessions generally go: I start out from my house promisingly enough, jogging at a good pace. A few houses down, there's Mr. Hudson, my neighbor, playing with his grandchild. I slow down to a brisk walk. It's okay, I was getting kind of winded anyway. Once I'm past the danger, I start jogging again until I get to the next street and I see someone checking their mail. Okay, I don't actually know this person but I might see them at the grocery store some day. I slow down my pace, then pick it up again.

  This goes on for pretty much the entire mile until I get back home. I'm coming to believe that the best time for my jogging jaunts is probably between the hours of midnight and dawn, when the only people I might see would be vampires and werewolves. (By the way, sorry Edward and Jacob,I'm Team Neither.) Part of the problem is that I know that I'm not that totally hot chick that the masses cast an appreciative eye toward as she glides  by, wind whipping through her hair, all her perky parts bouncing with each footfall.Although, my Honey will argue that point. (Rob, not Rolando.). That's because he is totally wonderful, totally sweet and totally supportive. Also Husband Blindness has rendered him unable to see any woman as being more beautiful than me. At least not in my presence. Okay, at least not within my scope of wifely knowledge.  I'm afraid that I'm left in the realm of the Poor Exercising Schlup. As in, "Oh, look at that poor schlup trying their hardest to lose weight. Yay! Go, poor schlup,go!". (Okay, admit it... you know you've thought that before,too.)

   Basically, I know I have to get over my severe case of FOPSME (and this worsening acronym habit.) if I'm ever going to have any hope of my perky parts bouncing with each footfall. (Now that I'm over 40, time is really running short on that particular dream.) So what are some of the obstacles you have to overcome on your quest for physical fitness? Until tomorrow.....