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I was missing the spinach for what I had in mind for dinner tonight.

In the old days, I would give myself incentive to walk the 9/10ths of a mile to Tops by buying a dessert to bring home. With my current weight loss goals in mind, I realized that would not work. As I was lacing them on, I noticed just how ratty my old laces were getting. So, rather than purchasing a half-gallon of ice cream, I spent a little less on a new set of laces for my hiking boots.

My regular exercise is paying off. The hill between here and Tops that used to leave me winded did not this time. Not on the way there, nor on the return trip. The cold got to me more than the snow or the exertion did, through my several layers. (

mechanchaos, I wore a heavy coat.)

This walk was similar to the one which would take me to the local YMCA and back. Now to apply for financial aid. I fantasize about getting back into Cybex-style strength training and having a greater variety of cardio machines to work with. And, swimming! Can't forget the swimming...

Today, I skipped the jogging, but did spend 25 minutes on the Nordic Trak. For consistency's sake, I also had 5 minutes of walking both as warm up and cool down and my habitual before-and-after stretches. When I began this adventure in weight loss, I could not make it past 8 minutes on the Nordic Trak. Now it is coming almost as easy to me as walking is.

You're witnessing me finding pieces of me I thought were lost and building new parts I never thought I would have. :)

By the way, this weigh-in I was down to 240.

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You are kicking ass! *high five*

***high fives back*** Now to see just how healthy I can be for my hysterectomy this summer. I think I may spend my recovery time pampering myself with BPAL... :)

Kicking ass, but also completely INSANE to have been out there in single-digit temperatures! Crazy woman! :)

It really wasn't that bad out. There wasn't enough wind to make it truly bitter. The walking itself warmed me up a lot, like doing Nordic Trak in my freezing back room does. I was dressed appropriately (tights, leggings, socks, and shorts on my legs, a couple layers of shirts, my thick high school jacket, my hat, scarf, and gloves). And now, every time I tie my boots, I grin knowing that they look loads better with the new laces. It is a small detail, but it is a detail that made me feel really good.

(And, yes, you know I'm damn proud of kicking ass.)