Look what I did!

I learned to crochet when I first injured my back, just as a means to pass the time. My wonderfully talented Grandma taught me with all the patience of a saint and now that I've muddled through the ultra-easy scarf project, I'm addicted to the craft and ready to begin again!

My next goal is to make a matching hat with the yarn I have left over. I'm hoping for record lows in the Panhandle this winter, otherwise I'll be sweating it out in my homemade blizzard accessories!

When I finished the scarf I enjoyed a whole day of the "I did it!" high that comes with completing any major project. I wore it around the house, wrapped it around my remarkably tolerant husband, hung it from the kitchen light fixture to take some "not as cool as I thought" pictures(see below), and generally spent some quality time with my new neck buddy.

This joyful nonsense made me wonder if I could get so excited about any other goal, like exercise for example. So here's my brand new

Do It Or Die Fat Exercise Goal: Travel 100 MILEs on an elliptical machine within 2 MONTHs.

I've already got my first 3 miles out of the way!

Keeping my blog updated on my progress will help hold me accountable. I'd love to have a walking partner if anyone wants to race to 100!

Run ChubChub, Run!

I have abnormally low blood pressure, or hypotension. I'm also the whitest thing to hit the family since my alabaster, nearly albino sister who glows in the dark came along. So when I work out at any level other than "injured tortoise," I turn as red as the tomatoes in your fridge and out sweat the sauna addict.

So, red faced and dripping I'm walking my way to the one hour mark on a treadmill last week when the room fills up with a group of elderly gentlemen come to join me in what I consider a challenging work out for people with bodies in our degenerative condition. I quickly realized my mistake as one after the other Grampa, Pops, and Grandad crank up their machines and take off running like Olympians. In my shame and sweaty pride I became possessed by the absolute NEED to run! I really had no choice...

I lost 5lbs last week from my elderly inspired run/walks! And this week I gained it back as I was forced to spend most of my time in the bed, on ice, letting my injured vertebrates recover from the painful shock of my week long running career.

After a mopey sort of week where I moaned to anyone who would listen about how useless I am, I have decided that we live and learn, or we die! I will not be so easily discouraged. Next week, it's the eliptical for me and back to the fatty field of battle.

What do you want to give up on? I'd love to hear about that, and what you think of my new layout. I made this one myself and I'm hoping the comment box is functional!