Monday Morning Musings

Posted on May 9, 2016 under Monday Morning Musings with one comment

Sidney, B.C. with Mt. Baker in the background

How is it humanly possible to walk 443 kilometers covering 547,749 steps in 28 days and gain two pounds?

Easy.

While vacationing in Victoria recently, I inadvertently discovered an app on my iphone called “health.” I clicked on it by mistake to find that among other things, it measured the distance one walked daily including the number of steps. There was a time when measuring distances was important to me when I was training for the Boston Marathon but those days are in the rear view mirror. Quite frankly, I couldn’t care less about how far I walk these days . I am interested in keeping moving and that’s about the extent of it.

Despite walking the dog ( my job for three weeks! ), it was only when my brother returned from Europe, that the walking ramped up to epic proportions. We walked at least twice a day and often logged well in excess of 25 kilometers and on a few days, topped the 30 kilometer mark. So that is how I accumulated these ridiculous numbers.

My addiction to sugar has been well documented on my website over the years. Before my sister in law left for Europe , she baked the most amazing oatmeal, raisin, coconut, chocolate chips cookies and had the audacity to leave them, unlocked, in baggies on the counter… about a two week supply for a normal person. Well, I made short work of those ( cookies and cold milk: sorry – can’t resist and you know that two cookies in one sitting just doesn’t cut it ) and then went on a month long sugar binge.

As the experts say, you can’t exercise your way out of poor nutrition. Despite my prodigious walking regime, I still managed to gain weight. The fuel we put in our body is the single most important determinant of weight. Enough said.

Regrettably, I did not bring home sunny skies. Upon arriving in Halifax, I stayed overnight with a family member. When I woke the next morning, it was very cold, rainy and windy. Both family vehicles were gone. And ( gasp ) there was no coffee in the house. I seriously thought of grabbing a cab and heading straight for the airport. “ Farewell to Nova Scotia,  the seabound coast….” !

Let us continue to reach out our hands and wallets to those who suffered devastating losses in Fort McMurray.

Have a great week.

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