In April, I sought medical help for my weight, aches and pains, and got a physical. I also returned to work as a seasonal employee for the parks district.
In my employment, I drive from place to place; wipe down doors, sinks, handrails, walls, toilets. I restock toilet paper and toilet seat covers, refill soap dispensers. I sweep floors, mop them, empty the mop water, rinse out the bucket. There is a lot of lifting, bending, moving. So I've been getting workouts. I don't count them as exercise, even though I generally do anywhere from six to eight parks a day. I also washed my rig, carried cases of toilet paper and jugs of cleaning into the stock room and custodial closets, folded towels, carried out garbage, wiped tables. Due to my employment, I lost count of how many days I've walked, but it hasn't been that many. I forgot details, left them in drafts instead of polishing and posting them. I think I even forgot to record one or two walks.
Since that appointment in April, I've reduced my sugar intake. I also got rid of 20 pounds, the ache in my right shoulder, the pain in my left foot that has plagued me for about a decade, and a benign lump--a bit larger than a walnut or a key lime--at the back of my left breast.
I'm now recovering from the breast surgery, and will be returning to work August 12, for about four hours a day for the first week, more if I feel up to it. Since the surgery, I've walked two days. It took me 40 minutes to walk 1.5 miles at my Miller's Landing route. I did a walk at Farewell Bend Park on July 30, for half an hour.
During my recovery, I've slept a lot--a good thing, according to my surgeon--done housework and clearing out boxes, visited with one of my daughters for a few days, went to the Harry Potter midnight book opening at Barnes and Noble, bought some clothing at Macy's. And I've been on the computer, where I learned a lot about writing and book publishing from an author I respect, and found this handy dandy quote:
"Your appearance is a reflection of the respect you have for yourself." (https://www.quora.com/How-do-you-figure-out-if-someone-is-secretly-wealthy/answer/Bernie-Klinder)
I'm missing three weeks of work--my fault for not signing up for AFLAC (missing employment insurance) when it was offered at work. Right now I'm kicking myself for not doing it. Of course, if I'd had the mammogram back in, say, February, I wouldn't be missing work. Silly me. Whining about missing work when I should be shouting out my gratitude that it wasn't cancerous. Staying inside when I should be out enjoying my summer break.
I'll count those two post-surgery walks as 57 and 58.
Lodestar by Roger Berry at Bond & Reed Market roundabout, from http://www.theoldmill.com/bend-art-studio-galleries/roundabout-art-route/
In my employment, I drive from place to place; wipe down doors, sinks, handrails, walls, toilets. I restock toilet paper and toilet seat covers, refill soap dispensers. I sweep floors, mop them, empty the mop water, rinse out the bucket. There is a lot of lifting, bending, moving. So I've been getting workouts. I don't count them as exercise, even though I generally do anywhere from six to eight parks a day. I also washed my rig, carried cases of toilet paper and jugs of cleaning into the stock room and custodial closets, folded towels, carried out garbage, wiped tables. Due to my employment, I lost count of how many days I've walked, but it hasn't been that many. I forgot details, left them in drafts instead of polishing and posting them. I think I even forgot to record one or two walks.
Since that appointment in April, I've reduced my sugar intake. I also got rid of 20 pounds, the ache in my right shoulder, the pain in my left foot that has plagued me for about a decade, and a benign lump--a bit larger than a walnut or a key lime--at the back of my left breast.
I'm now recovering from the breast surgery, and will be returning to work August 12, for about four hours a day for the first week, more if I feel up to it. Since the surgery, I've walked two days. It took me 40 minutes to walk 1.5 miles at my Miller's Landing route. I did a walk at Farewell Bend Park on July 30, for half an hour.
During my recovery, I've slept a lot--a good thing, according to my surgeon--done housework and clearing out boxes, visited with one of my daughters for a few days, went to the Harry Potter midnight book opening at Barnes and Noble, bought some clothing at Macy's. And I've been on the computer, where I learned a lot about writing and book publishing from an author I respect, and found this handy dandy quote:
"Your appearance is a reflection of the respect you have for yourself." (https://www.quora.com/How-do-you-figure-out-if-someone-is-secretly-wealthy/answer/Bernie-Klinder)
I'm missing three weeks of work--my fault for not signing up for AFLAC (missing employment insurance) when it was offered at work. Right now I'm kicking myself for not doing it. Of course, if I'd had the mammogram back in, say, February, I wouldn't be missing work. Silly me. Whining about missing work when I should be shouting out my gratitude that it wasn't cancerous. Staying inside when I should be out enjoying my summer break.
I'll count those two post-surgery walks as 57 and 58.
Lodestar by Roger Berry at Bond & Reed Market roundabout, from http://www.theoldmill.com/bend-art-studio-galleries/roundabout-art-route/
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