Wednesday, December 18, 2014
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 1.53 miles; Running Total: 84.69 miles)
Day 159 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
The plumber showed up and fixed the leak. It turns out that a copper pipe was bent. The pinched pipe formed a teeny tiny hole that sprayed water all over the inside of the wall which then leaked down into the carpet.
The dry wall has been ripped out of my closet, the insulation is hanging in puffy white tufts, but the leak is stopped.
Now to get the drywall fixed.
I went for a walk. I didn’t feel up to running, but I was restless and needed to move. It took me 33 minutes to travel 1.53 miles.
I brought Tilley along with me.
Rather than walk calmly beside me, my dog is under the mistaken impression that I am a sleigh that must be hauled. She could give Rudolph a run for his money.
The bonus of walking with Tilley is I walked faster than I probably would have on my own. Had she not been with me I’d probably still be out there, slowly plodding my way towards home.
I was worn out after the walk. Tilley, of course, was only warmed up.
Thus we had a minor disagreement.
I wanted to sit on the couch with a heating pad. She wanted to play.
I exercised my Owners Right to Veto and threw her ass outside to chase lizards.
While on the couch snuggled up to my heating pad I watched a documentary called Fed Up. This documentary discusses the evolution of the food industry since 1980.
Now I’m terrified to eat.
Sugar haunts me. The sugar content of food is one of those things that, once seen, cannot be unseen.
And I see it everywhere.
It’s not just in logical sources like candy and cookies and cake.
I see it in pasta sauce, in bread, and, heartbreakingly, in my favorite salsa.
I am contemplating doing the Fed Up Challenge, but I’m not really sure I did myself any favors by watching this documentary.
Today’s silver lining: I appear to be on the upswing from chemotherapy #15. Thank God.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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