Did my pool laps. I said I was going to get to 100 by the end of summer but then I decided that 120 takes a full sixty minutes so that would be my end goal. But then I felt bad about being off my diet and exercise for a few days so I did 130 for penance. And then I figured if I could do 130, I’d do 140 and I did that yesterday. Today I figured 150 is a nice round number so I did 150 to make a full hour and 15 minutes of jogging in the pool.
As I was doing my laps, I wasn’t thinking about doing 150. I was planning to do 120 but then I thought I ought to continue up to at least where I was yesterday and then I thought I’d do another ten and the whole time I was thinking this is getting out of hand. If I don’t pick a number and stick to it, I could wind up spending hours just jogging around in circles. And then I realized…I CAN spend hours jogging around in circles if I want to. I’m retired. I don’t have to rush around trying to get everything done. So I might just continue adding laps. Maybe…
As I was contemplating filling this huge void that retirement has interjected into my days I realized I might want to write a book. I’ve had a few pieces published in the past but I’ve never really had the time to do much with it.
So that’s my latest idea.
I was supposed to go to Mom’s tomorrow when she finally gets to go home and help her out for a few days but I called little sister and she said my brother, who lives with Mom, is off for the next three days so I’m not going. The rehab center has her to the point where they say she can be independent once again. She can handle the bathroom by herself and dress herself and little brother should be able to address any other needs in the next couple of days. In fact, by the time she needs me, she may realize she doesn’t need me. As I said before, she likes to be pampered and she’s looking forward to me coming and taking care of her but I don’t want to open a can of worms where she begins to depend on me to do things she can do on her own. The last thing I want to do is cause her to regress by counting on someone to do things for her that she’s perfectly capable of doing for herself.
My weight is continuing to drop. I’m at 205. The extra laps are helping and I’ve been eating healthy. I’m still not back to the low I had a week or so ago but I’m almost there. Maybe by the end of the weekend I’ll be back where I was.