..especially when you are averaging 15,000 steps a day.
After my GI bug bout,I decided to come back to walking with a vengeance.So, with the exception of this past Sunday, when we had to go back to Pennsylvania, I had 15,000 steps, at least,each day last week.I did cut myself some slack since we were socializing on Sunday.
It’s incredible when you are so conscious of what you are doing, in my case, walking, how it affects what you eat.I have completed behavior modification in the past with success, only to put weight on when my Mom got sick and I was caregiver for her with my brother,
Now it’s a new day, a Fit Bit zip, warmer weather, and 2,000 more steps for 15,000 for the day.
Pardon me…I have to go walk my girls…and me!
We had dinner at our friends’ house tonight.We were going to go out for dinner but stayed in and had just as good a time.
My buddy Juls belongs to a gourmet club, but that’s in another area, in another state.We just hang with our buds, have some good food and great conversation.It is always neat to hang out with friends, and to kick back and have some good times.
I never understood when my brother and sister-in-law out in the midwest said about being with close friends who become your family when you are physically away from your family.Now in this new life chapter titled retirement, I have come to appreciate what the spoke of for many years.
It’s good to have friends…we are blessed to have them.
So the first day of spring was the other day, right?
Can’t prove it by me.
We went for shopping this afternoon and as I was trying to pick out Easter flowers, there were snow flurries in the air.
It brought back memories of my Mom, who would tell me how, at my oldest brother’s First Holy Communion, in May, back in the early fifties, it snowed.They couldn’t take pictures of the kids at grotto areas for keepsakes due to snow.The thought brought a smile to my face, and drew me to a pot of three white hyacinths.Tradionally, my brother in the city with me would pick up a purple hyacinth for her, I would get her a white one, and my Dad would buy Mom a lily.The memory brought a smile to my face. Once the flowers fade away, I’ll have the bulbs to come up each spring to renew the memory.
Thank God for small favors.
My brother Bob, who was a caregiver of my Mom alongside me, turns 62 today.
I remember my Bob riding me on his bicycle on the driveway of our house on Mitchell St. Bobby who would go out back and make a snow fort for me to play in, Bobby who was always there for me.
I’m blessed to have him in my life.
I am happy that he sees 62 today, as I know that his health often has me worried for him. I know the bittersweet quality to today~it’s his first birthday without Mom. We were on the phone this morning and talked about that. We are glad she is gone and we know where she is at, but still, you miss the person who brought you into the world.
Everyday I have my Bob, I am blessed. He is a great guy and I am thankful he is my brother.
Sto Lat, Bob!
Below-a shot of Bob and his oldest son, Matt, when he got his Master’s degree this past summer at Millersville University