STAYING CONSISTENT. After I walked my two miles on Thursday, I didn't fall down with exhaustion, my legs did not get wobbly and I did not feel faint. THIS IS PROGRESS. I was tired, sweaty and out of breath though. Sweat was running down my brow and my face was beet red.
I sat in my car and sipped some water after I finished the walk. The weather was gorgeous and I hit a time slot where no one else was at the track so I could pray out loud as long as I wanted and did.
Drove HOME, sat in the car before getting out to walk to the front door of our COTTAGE. Hubby came along side of me and escorted me inside. He got me some paper towels to wipe the sweat and a drink. I sat in my chair to cool off under the breeze coming from the ceiling fan. Sure felt good.
I jot down in my calendar my mileage and relish in the fact that I did the walk. Have mercy. I did it. For the next three days, the weather is suppose to be pleasant so I'd like to take advantage of it and walk two miles a pop. I hope I can as I will see if my legs and feet hold up after 24 hours. I am hopeful that I'll get a walk in. Hopeful.
OUR FRIDAY had a couple appointments in it. I may stay HOME while HUBBY goes to them. A car tire needs worked on and he also has an appointment with a shoe store in TOPEKA to get fitted for shoes for diabetics. It's been two years since he went through this the first time. He still has the shoes and wears them, but the velcro is in terrible shape.
Hubby talked me into going to TOPEKA with him. I didn't put a fight. Willingly I went. I drove our new car. Building up my confidence with this car that has all the bells and whistles. I have been a tad bit shy to drive it as it is a completely new concept for me. I know I am old fashioned and when I get comfortable with a piece of machinery, I don't want additional challenges. Like my old sewing machine, I was incredibly comfortable with it, but after I had to say good-bye to it from our 2016 house fire, I grew timid about sewing on a new sewing machine. My oven, the same thing happened. I was shy about cooking on a huge mammoth of a stove/oven. New vacuum, the same. I'll just go with the flow and be alright going slow with change. I don't think it really matters to another soul that I am slow.
I need to continue doing what is necessary for HOME LIFE.
We went to his appointment, then walked across the parking lot to OFFICE MAX for special paper Hubby wants for making a BUDGET BOOK. Drove to the Grocery Store for our medicinal GREEN TEA. Stopped by Natural Grocers for soy-free eggs and oregano oil. Buzzed by God's Storehouse for a home-made peanut butter cookie. HOME DEPOT for lumber. I think that was it as I was growing weary. Bottled water from Dollar General.
I noted that my energy level is very low. Staying on top of this is exhausting in itself. I never fully understand why I have such a time with energy. I was too tired to go looking at material in Wal-mart, Hobby Lobby and Michaels. Gosh, I miss JoAnn Fabrics.
I'm just going to have to make a special trip to these stores and plan nothing else. I'd like to see what is available in the area selling fabric. Thinking about assembling a simple quilt that's colorful and sewing some camp shirts with matching shorts that have an elastic waist band and I can custom make these to be longer in the leg so the thigh is covered to above the knee.
Perhaps, if I bounce up and down for a minute to stimulate my lymph fluids, I might see a difference in how I feel. Ever watch Barbara O'Neill? She encourages this. Sunshine in the morning and movement.
I'm pretty sure that my Vitamin D levels are way too low and this sure can make one feel drained. Here I be.
THE WEEK-END is here. The weather will be pleasant and I have plans of walking, working on paperwork and household chores. Figuring the daily menu. Watching a late night movie. Resting.
We may have company come to visit next week, so I will tidy the COTTAGE for this. Clean out the fridge and see what is available for meals. I am preparing for simplifying the meals for BETTER YOU BETTER SOCIETY by Coach Sam. Basically, meat and vegetables together every meal.
Today, I finally got my greeting card box gone through which reminded me that I was doing the same thing over 28 and a half years ago when putting together a greeting card box. When Princess Di was in the terrible auto accident that ended her young life in 1997, I was putting together a greeting card box and I have used the same box all these years. Now, this is impressive to me that I actually held onto the same box. A new box was long over due.
Back in 1997, Hubby and I had gone to a very fancy restaurant in Tulsa, Oklahoma for an anniversary celebration supper at the WARREN DUCK CLUB. I don't remember what I ate and I don't remember much about the decoration of this nice place, but there was a live piano player quietly performing for background mood music. I know that one couple there were getting engaged as I watched the man hand over to his date a ring box. She was blushing as she showed the waiter her new ring on her ring finger shaking her head yes when asked if she was newly engaged. It seemed surreal to see someone so happy at the moment.
When we returned home for the evening, our daughter told us about Princess Di being in a terrible accident on our 23rd wedding anniversary. I was saddened for sure and of course I turned the TV on to hear the news. I would stay up late to see the televised funeral services with my greeting card box at my feet on the floor inside the run down rental that we were living in.
That rental is no longer there as it was destroyed so an Early Childhood Center could be built in Jenks, Oklahoma on this spot. When we return to the old neighborhood from time to time, I pause. No more junky rental.
I can still see in my mind's eye the rental. It still lives on.
Years later, we made it to Paris and drove to the area that Princess Di's accident took place. Our trip to Paris was the year when President Reagan died in 2004. I remember because we were at the Washington Dulles International Airport sitting in a plane waiting to unload when we heard that President Reagan had died. How interesting that I was so close to Washington D.C. when this President passed away.
BACK TO THE PRESENT. Walking. I walked this afternoon only a mile as I just didn't have it to give. The weather was pleasant and there was only one other peep at the track while I walked. I prayed and talked out loud which encouraged me to keep walking.
Supper tonite. Dunno. Think I'll work on the card box for a while longer and listen to Candace Owens before fixing a meal. I haven't listened to her in a while. What she said about psychology rings true. I believe she does her homework.
As for Charlie Kirk's assassination...I'm leaning toward him being killed by an exploding lapel microphone and the exit wound is what we saw on the front of his neck as other's said it was the entrance wound. I'm a bit of a conspiracy theorist. As I have watched footage of Charlie's assassination over and over in slow motion, there is a puff of smoke that comes out from under the shirt he was wearing where the lapel mic was worn.
I believe that he was murdered by i s r a e l i diplomats. I wasn't born yesterday, but became an old lady before understanding the relationship between the United States and the Nation of I s r a e l with AIPAC. It is something else and when Charlie began to question what was going on politically between the two countries where he wasn't bowing his knee to Israel, he was murdered.
Israel owns America? Whatever Israel wants, America will supply them? We will fight their wars for them? Our Presidents are owned? When criticizing Israel, you can lose your job.
