The low came, it dumped, and now we have some sunlight. For my run clinic, and this reluctant leader, the real challenge begins. I have to get my bum out the door, even if it feels cold. How did I do this last time? Oh, yes, I had a half-marathon to train for and this time it’s a simple come back.
On the bright side inches began to come off. I put on one of my barometer pants to discover it can zip up, button, and look a little less snug than in the summer. I nearly jumped for joy. It also confirms not having a lot of bread makes a huge difference. I haven’t read the book Wheat Belly, but the book came highly recommended by a number of people. It’s not just about gluten intolerance-the new buzzword in diet-more about wheat’s impact on mood. For instance, gluten intolerance can manifest itself lethargy. I heard this from one of my clinic speakers. I know it’s all about sugar highs and lows, but lethargy? It’s worth checking further. This knowledge did not stop me from getting a Tall Grass Prairie Cinnamon bun. The baked good made itself even better by tasting fresh. Yum.
I eat a lot of veggies, starting withe broccoli slaw from Superstore. Cutting and chopping is not my thing just yet. One person spoke about remodelling her kitchen, placing the prep space in front of a window. “You need to look at something while you’re chopping,” she said. I don’t have that luxury in the condo. I will settle for a kitchen-prep music mix. Cutting out pop remains a work in progress. I don’t buy the 12 packs. I will buy six individuals to pour into a wine glass. I like my wine glasses bought by a friend of mine after she noticed my admiration for them. Red wine will put me to bed, white will dull my focus, and the caffeine of a Diet Coke will have to do. Although a pitcher of water sits on my counter, with a glass, and I do take a few glasses.
Back to winter…
It’s here. It will stay. That’s it. Thankfully I arranged all my winter gear for easy reach. I have my running mitts and hat in a bag hanging in my closet. Things don’t feel too cold right now. I hear grumbling, that most Winnipeg of past times. Amnesia about cold is a bit like amnesia about driving; We never know how cold it really gets until the wind chill seems to chew through our clothes.