I found a new obsession, Rita's Raspberry Lemonade Water Ice. I've had it about 5 times in the last 2 weeks. That's how my obsessions work. I find something. I overdo it. I don't like it anymore. Why is that?

Why can't I find something new, enjoy it a while, keep enjoying it and keep having it as a favorite? I'm so irritated with myself. Every waking moment, including those spent walking, is focused on my next cup of water ice. How do I stop the madness?

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So, yesterday Husband and I decided that we were going to start walking together daily. It sounded like such a good idea. We decided that we would do it every morning at 8am. Again, that sounded so reasonable. Everything always sounds better when it's not time to do it.

So, this morning when I got up, about 5, it no longer sounded like a good idea. In fact, the whole thing sounded rather sucky. And by 7:30, I decided that I would rather stab myself in the eye with a flaming fork than go walking. It was already more than 80 degrees and humid.

But, I had a talk with myself. And myself understood. And we did it. Though, we were a bit late. We got to the track right at 8:30. I put on my ipod and started putting one foot in front of the other. About a half mile in, I started getting assorted aches and pains. I turned the volume up. When I couldn't bear to look up anymore, I just looked at my feet. But I kept going. And when the hour was up, I'd done 3 miles. Husband actually RAN part of the way. Well, bless his heart because that was so not in me.

On the way home, we talked about our commitment to this. We revised it a bit, as we may have been a bit ambitious. We'll walk 4 days a week--Mon/Tues/Thurs/Fri. In celebration of our commitment though, we did stop at one of those newfangled smoothie places, where we got to have the yuckiest sounding ingredients blended together. It irritates me that the girls who work there are reed thin.

I need a nap...

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I'm jealous of those folks on television that predict the weather. How come they are hardly ever right and get to keep their jobs? Why do we even need weather folks? What would happen if we didn't have them.

Right now, we listen to the weather report and take a chance on whether it's right. If I take my umbrella, it doesn't rain. If I don't, it pours. If we didnt have a weather report, we'd take that same chance. What's the difference?

From now on, I'm not listening to the weather. I'm going to use the time that the weather report is on to..to...to do something else. Something worthwhile. Like exercise. That's it. I will hit the MUTE button and exercise while the weather is on. Crunches. No--push ups. No--jumping jacks. Yes, I will do jumping jacks with my back turned to the television. That's the ticket. And, the number of them that I've done before I collapse will determine if it's going to rain. If I fall out on 3, which is likely, I will take my umbrella, because 3 is an odd number. If I come to and last number I remember is 4, which is even, I'll leave it at home. Same odds...

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