One Step At A Time
Pull Up Your Goddamn Pants: Hoodie Edition

Let Me Sum Up

Since I last updated, I have continued this absurd fixation with taking care of myself. I have walked every single day -- one day I even got off the subway one stop early and took the longer walk up the hill to my office. I also started walking to the subway after work instead of catching the work shuttle.

I know!

I have also lost a smidgeon more weight.

So now that it actually seems like I might keep this nonsense up, I spent the whopping sum of $2.99 on an iPhone Pedometer app that is pretty cool. It maps your route and tells you how far you walked, in steps and miles, and even shows your route on a map. I really like that feature because it showed our route around the lakes in our neighborhood, something I have not been able to do until now.

You can also track your weight, your measurements, and a whole host of other crap that people who are into that sort of thing like to track. I am tracking my weight, but that's it so far.

Lest you think I am going nuts, I will tell you that I baked an apple pie this afternoon. It is cooling even as I type, and I am planning on eating a nice generous slice of it later on.There is no reason to go berzerk on this stuff. (I did use a Splenda/sugar mix instead of all sugar, so I got that goin' for me.)

Last Sunday, on a complete whim, Joe and I went to a Nats game. We had a great time, even though the Nats lost. I sat next to a quite lively little guy -- maybe 8 years old -- and we had a lovely time conversing about the game.

Baseball is fun this year in Washington! My Pop used to take my sister and me to Senators games back in the 60s -- we got one Coke and a bag of peanuts each while he drank beers through the whole game. Sometimes, when we went to double headers, we got a hot dog! Anyway, even then the Nats (they were nicknamed the Nats back then too -- SeNATors, you see) never made the playoffs. When these present day Nats did, I found out that this is the first time since 1933! My parents were married in 1933!

Also reminding me of the 60s -- okay, the late 60s -- was the demonstration outside my office late last week. Yeah. About a hundred people gathered to protest foreclosures, bailouts, homelessness, and various other issues. There was chanting, there were banners and signs, there were even a couple of arrests. All it lacked was the National Guard and tear gas. I felt a wee twinge of nostalgia.

In other news, SonnyeBoy won yet another traffic safety award. He does not consider this to be a big deal and did not even tell us about it! (He nevah writes; he nevah cawls....)