For the last decade, Friday mornings in January had me check the weather to see how low the temperature was expected to dip within the coming 48 hours. This weekly tradition helped me understand how my weekend was going to be spent (-10C registered as balmy and -25C as housebound).
If I was lucky enough to be blessed with a mild winter, one of the two days had me strap on my snowshoes and head out with the pups. Nine times out of ten I would land at the cottage but if I did not have the luxury of half the day to myself, the golf course across the street was an excellent option for my weekly ritual.
A few years ago, when our beloved Dotti's hips began to be an issue, my biggest winter priority was ensuring she had a series of snowshoed paths for easy access around the lower level of our yard, so she would never struggle when out to do her stinky winter thing with nature.
With our Puddin’ entering her twilight years, it seemed my winter weekends were once again destine to be spent blazing trails with my showshoes. With her general lack of speed and muscle mass, I knew she would be appreciative to be able to navigate her turf with general freedom; and yours truly, grateful for the outdoor exercise.
That said, with my husband having his own personal health setback at Thanksgiving, he too is in search of whatever exercise he can easily accomplish.
You can tell by the picture I am sharing (which I snapped standing in my showshoes) that my trails are getting an updated facelift, and my longstanding pup efforts are being replaced.
Can't stop change, only manage it! #yagottalaughaboutit TAKEN: JANUARY 31st, 2021 |
I don't mind his initiative, I honestly don't. My girls will love their new trails that are wider and much easier for them to navigate.
I guess my wee issue is that this whole lockdown situation has NOT been my friend.
I may do my best to do my due diligence in the exercise department - only to come back into the house and enjoy a plethora of warm milk and cookies.
I know I have no one to blame but myself. But I will say, that not spending an hour every morning on my appearance to head into an office job, has enabled my keen ability to shroud myself in clothing that masks the number of calories being enjoyed at any given yummy juncture.
Wanting to embrace my glass half full, I have decided to shift my mindset to an uber positive outlook as my appearance changes.
My new mantra? I prefer not to think of myself as overweight...
Just substantially easier to see!!
#missionaccomplished