Today wasn’t as productive as it could have been, but it was pretty good. Another day spent with family, and another day walking my butt off!!! I swear I’ve walked more in the last 3 or 4 days than I have in months!!! Even before my ankle sprain and even with the Penny Saver route. Really. Because I started to depend on that, and now I want to get out and move as often and as much as I can. But I really think that icing my ankle tonight will be a good idea. I’ve talked to T off and on, before I went to the doc last week and also this evening, plus a few other times. And it seems there’s a fitness revolution going on in his head too. I don’t know why, because despite that little pot belly that I really do love on him, he’s really quite fit. Maybe he’s come to depend on the 8 hours he’s on his feet all day, like I did with my route. I don’t know. But we ended up walking what must have been 5 miles this evening!!! Me and T mainly—P was in my absolutely most favorite piece of baby tech ever (his stroller), and D was riding her bike. T even did a little running, which I thought was JUST CUTE. Speaking of just cute—P did a little running too. He must have been listening to his daddy when he said he was going to run some, or maybe he was watching daddy a bit too. One day mommy’s going to take off running as well. But, we walked 2 miles from home here to the college, then what must be a mile around the track at the college, and then 2 more miles back home. There’s a much closer track, but I really don’t want to walk on that track (it’s on our way to the other track). Besides, the trek just to get to the college is a hefty one. Now maybe I can think about going to the church across from the college, next to where I lived when my family first moved to town, for Weight Watchers, because the walk really isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was once. My ankle might hurt some tomorrow, but then again I think it’s thanking me some. I know the rest of me is. I even broke a sweat! T was complaining some about how slow I was, but I have to get back up to my pace, he really has to give me some time. I tried hard, and got up next to him a few times, and I really booked it up one incline (there’s 2 inclines on our route—this is the “middle” one, the steepest and longest of the 3). THAT felt good, even though I think I’m not a big fan of my pulse rate going up. There were a few times, when T wasn’t being crabby about my pace, that he would walk ahead of me, then walk back. Well, he couldn’t help walking ahead of me, because he moves a bit faster, but I just got such a kick out of him walking back, and I thought it was actually kinda cool because he ends up getting some EXTRA walking out of it. He doesn’t stop for me—he keeps walking, just comes back to where I am. I want to be able to make Weight Watchers tomorrow evening, but I hope to walk like that in one form or another again tomorrow, and as much as we can this week. There’s a bit of a chance of rain on Wednesday, but I hope we can work something out. Maybe then we can go to the closer track (so we don’t have to go as far when it starts) and just walk for a while. Maybe, I’ll talk to T about it. I don’t know if I can express to him just how much I really did enjoy it. It’s not that I don’t like exercising—it’s just that I like sitting and crocheting or knitting a lot too, and that some things went haywire at one point, and I got fat. 😦 But if it doesn’t register that I lost a bunch tomorrow, I’m not going to be happy!!!
On the situation with the neighbors—well, we weren’t home a whole bunch today, so D didn’t get a chance to play with the girls. Not that I want her to. I told her she couldn’t anymore, maybe I’ll adjust that. Because sometimes D’s mouth can get her in trouble, T says to leave it alone. That it’s between her and the girls. What I don’t like is that the girls’ family put themselves into it. I can only say something if I’m there to witness the whole thing. I don’t like that they put their foot in it, but I guess they were there and I wasn’t. I don’t like it that someone has attacked my child, though, because whether she was rude or not, she’s able to have the friends she wants, and spend time with other friends while another of her friends are there. I’m the only one allowed to tell her who she can and can’t hang out with. I’d still like to ask that crazy b***h next door just exactly how she would feel if the shoe was on the other foot!!! I hate to say it though—I really question her sanity, among other things—both parents currently are not in the best of health, but I’ve heard many problems over there even before all this.
In order to deal with all this, however, I’ve made a decision that it seems I have to keep making. I’m going to turn it all over to God. I’m going to start by reading (which I’ve already started) Power of a Praying Parent by Stormie Omartian. I’ve also got Power of a Praying Wife, which I will also start working on soon. I actually like this one so far. It flows well. And I’m only on the very first part. In order to get myself in the mood (do I need to be in the mood to talk to God?), I’m listening to my very favorite “gospel” CD—Songs 4 Worship Country. Because I’m a country girl at heart, and I LOVE country music. That’s the station our car radio is trained on. 🙂
Okay, now I have to get to reading a bit of that, then a shower, then bed. Hopefully by 12:30. 😐