Good morning all! I feel somewhat refreshed after a weekend in the country. It was nice to not think about work at all for a couple days and to spend some quality time with DH. Of course, the weekend did involve a bottle of wine and a miniature cherry pie (hey, at least I bought the mini pie instead of a full-size one!), but I also got in a nice long run.
I have a funny story to relate about the run actually. DH's parents own this house in the middle of nowhere in southern Indiana. By middle of nowhere I mean that you have to drive down an unmarked gravel road for half an hour to get to the unmarked, unpaved driveway (going through two riverbeds in the process). On the other hand, it does have electricity and a telephone, but still, it's out in the boonies. I didn't want to go running in the woods because I was afraid of twisting my ankle so I went for a run on the gravel road (also not too friendly to ankles, but at least there were no tree roots or anything like that). So anyway I went running on the road, and a couple minutes after I got started I hear the jingling of my dog catching up (he was with DH when I left). He didn't have his leash on but I figured it was okay because we were in the middle of nowhere.
The dog and I run along for a little while, then we get to the next house up the street, which is a farm with cows. Carter (the dog) has never been face-to-face with a cow before, and he was really interested in going to see them! But a dog who lived in the house came out to the end of the driveway and stared down Carter, who luckily backed off (along with me telling him "leave it" and "let's go"). I'm thinking, okay, safe, he doesn't care that much about cows. Well, further up the road we get to another farm with cows, and no dog to protect them! Carter took off full-speed running straight for the cows. Lucky for the cows, and for him, they were behind a fence, so he couldn't actually get to them. He stood there staring at them though, and the cows stared right back at him! Eventually one came over to take a look at him (the whole time I'm yelling at him to leave them alone, but he was too interested in the cows to listen). Then it mooed at him and he got scared and ran away!
I need to upload my picture of him staring at the cow through the fence.
Meg, why do the knee replacements mean you need to take antibiotics for the dentist? Are you just at a higher risk for infection in general?
Dagmar, last night we had dinner at the in-laws house and their Dutch friends were visiting, and had brought homemade truffles made from Belgian chocolate.
They were really good. I had two.
Heather - take it easy! I hope you recover well.
Hi Kery, Ward, Thighs, and Bill!
I had something of an aha moment today while reading Alwyn Cosgrove's blog (thanks for pointing me to it ages ago, Meg!). He says, "The plan used to get from 180lbs to 160lbs may not work to get from 160lbs to 140lbs." All this time I haven't been able to lose weight, and I've been saying, "I'm doing the same thing I did to lose weight last time, why doesn't it work?" Well, maybe because the plan I used to go from 185 to 130 doesn't work to go from 145 to 130.
Too bad I don't know what DOES work! Maybe I should give that nutritionist my doc recommended a call after all.