Busy

I’ve been busy getting ready for my travels with Rachael and constantly up-dating my “to do” list for Matt for when I’m gone. This morning I had to do battle with a marauding herd of ants. They’d discovered the cat food. I thought I’d had this problem licked with the ant “hotels,” but . . . I think the black cased ones which we’ve been using for lo these many years work better than the white ones we bought the last time and that were over-due for a change anyway.

But this is a blog about weight not ants, so getting back to the theme: Busy as I’ve been, I haven’t had time for my daily walks. This has been what has tripped me up in the past. I enjoy walking, but I’m grossly inefficient with time. When I was a little girl, my mother used to call me “slow motion.” I have a memory of seeing a documentary a while ago in which a camera was able to speed up the motion of two starfish. In this speeded up version, it appeared that the two starfish were fighting with each other. I think that I am like the starfish. I live my life at a different speed than the rest of mankind. I experience myself as in normal motion while the rest of the world jets past me. Perhaps I’m on earth, yet enclosed in a space-time capsule moving close to the speed of light. I ‘m in your world but not of it and my time goes more slowly than yours. Except that doesn’t explain the grey hair and other signs of aging.

But this is not a blog about my use of time. Or is it? My point was that I haven’t had time to walk and that, in the past, this has ended my earnest attempts to lead a more healthful life. But not this time! I have persevered! Music has helped me. On Wednesday, I looked forward to listening to Peter Gabriel. Yesterday it was Gershwin and Dave Matthews. I haven’t yet decided what I'll listen to on my walk today, but I know I’ll enjoy it. The taskmaster in me nags at all the work I still must do. In my distorted mind, a walk seems self indulgent. I didn’t realize this until I just typed it.
Wow! And onwards.