Today … ‘n gettin’ back on the horse.

Me … makin’ my cold self get out of the house on the walk path. It took a super warm hoodie, gloves, and coffee … and a touch of friendly motivation from my FaceBook buddies.  😀

I’m still cold.  Not sure what is up with that, but it has me at this moment snuggled up under my covers with a t-shirt over my workout shirt and I am contemplating putting the super warm hoodie back on … the gloves just won’t cut it if I wanna type.  And since I am trying to be a good blog buddy and get back into posting after being sickly — well, I think I should just brave the cold on my digits.  😀

I recorded my thoughts while I walked because I didn’t want to forget what I was talking to you all about in my head once I got back home and there was no brain power left to remember.  I was gonna be cool and just upload it.  Uh … Well … I don’t think I can share that voice memo.  Why?  I sound like … uhhh … I am not comfortable posting what I sound like.  We can say that it contains a fair amount of heavy breathing … which I was expressing because of exertion … but I just don’t know about sharing that kind of breathing on a blog post where children might read it or my Mamma.   So … I am gonna have ta just write it all out.  😀

I have been talking to myself about walking every morning for at least 30 minutes every morning.  Why?  My blood sugar numbers stay in normal ranges and I have a lot more leeway on how much good carbs I can eat.  And lets be honest … life is boring without carbs.  Be real.  I love Paleo/Primal foods best everyday, but I still love me some bread, chips, ‘n other carby stuff.   Just bein’ honest here.   I love how I feel when I eat Paleo/Primal/Low Carb, but life is just a bit more sunny with a few slices of bread.  😀

In my whiny state I put my “just Do it” Shirt on under my hoodie … I don’t own big girl panties … and I went for it. Yes, I know the pic is upside down and I can’t fix the words–forgive me.   And NO I don’t wear make up most days to workout–so get over the raw face already.  I do wear make up if I am riding in the sun, because it is a GREAT sunscreen–the only kind I can wear.  😀

Even so … I press forward to good health … in wisdom learned from painful lessons of trying to live like other people.  I found if I walk even a scant 30 minutes my numbers stay lower, even if I have a slip through out the day.  Granted a slip for me consists of: I ate a banana, too many servings of apples, grapes, or what ever fruit.  We are not even talking about bread or chips.  UHHHGGG!  Groan and Whine!  I just have to be very careful how much carby anything I eat if I want healthy blood sugar numbers.  Medications really don’t touch my numbers if I don’t exercise.   So, I am vowing to walk everyday–and this is a bigger challenge now that my treadmill is broken.  I always got on my treadmill even when I wouldn’t go outside (that might explain why it is broken–I killed it).  I can control the temperature inside.  This makes life mo betta if ya know what I mean.  Besides there’s the days when I just don’t wanna get dressed.  I hate bras.  There are days when I feel like doggy poop, still I will hop on the treadmill and huff out my workout regardless of how I feel.  Now, on those days, if I had to wiggle into clothing or the dreaded “BRA” I would probably talk myself out of working out.  I generally will figure out a way to deal with my get dressed issue and go anyway, but I miss the poor treadmill.  😀

Just thought I would share with you something I thought about while walking. Gotta love this pic of me wearing my, now large and baggy hoodie. Yep, thats my belly the camera is resting on. 😀

I realize this isn’t the confessional you were expecting, but I figured it was best to start back with something I would actually write when I feel wimpy instead of draggin’ out because I need to follow up on my confessional posts.  Heck, I didn’t even finish this post–all I wanted to say–but grand critters showed up and my daughter shot me up with complex b-vitamins and well I could pass out any moment from that last one.  Grand kiddo’s are a fun distraction, but do create a brain block on my concentration.  I will get back on track pretty quick — yeah — I am prophetic and speaking what I want.  😀

Blessings,

Shonnie