Yesterday, I made it through no breakfast however I did break my fast with some yummy Chrysanthemum Tea. (It was more taste, less filling) While I know the tea did not count as breakfast, I had healthy snacks throughout the day and food that was purchased in a drive through. Then, today I pretty much had the same line up and left-overs. I am still working on breaking my overnight fast in the morning with something I can chew instead of something that I can swallow. They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day... and I believe what "they" say.
So today, my slow start to a "workout" came as a result of the ever popular craigslist. I've been occupying the same living space now for a few years, and I had not been motivated to really "move in." Then, I was perusing the list that craig wrote when I happened upon a table. It was a table of solid wood, it looked slim enough to fit in my car, and it had character. (And most importantly) I wanted it. So I contacted the seller and made arrangements the following day to pick it up. To my surprise, I was provided the address and realized it was a soon to open, father-daughter, antique store. The father placed the table in the backseat of my car. The daughter showed me around the store and "made" me buy this interesting mirror that the father place among the table.
Sixty minutes and a long winded conversation later, I finally arrived at home. Since the daughter helped the father carry the table and place it in my car, I feared that I would have the cumbersome task of summoning my "Herculesian" muscles like never before. So while still wearing my heels and clothes from work, I started to pull the table out of the car. I got it most of the way out, then I felt the weight of table as I tried to balance it against my thighs to get it the rest of the way out of the car. And wouldn't you know it, I was successful... to ummmm, get it to the asphalt of the parking lot. The problem is... the door looked so far away, and after that to get it down the stairs and to my apartment, and over the shoe rack, and into the front door.... Well I knew I had some work ahead of me...
I spread my arms wide like a vulture with arms that were stunted at birth. Even with my fingers, I could barely stretch the span of the table. I also have have flaps on either side that can be extended to make the table wider, but they are not able to be held down in a secure fashion so the side nearest my legs proved to be a trouble maker. With every step, the flap attempted to move with me however it did not realize that it was clumsy and instead nearly tripped me. Huffing and puffing I made it the short distance across the parking lot, then eventually through the door and down the stairs, over the river and through the woods. With the healthy glow of sweat, I trucked back outside to get the mirror. Luckily for me, the mirror was not nearly as wide as the table... however it is nearly as tall as I am (which is nearly 7 feet in terms of personality.)
Having the table and the mirror in my apartment successfully was deemed my slow and steady start. I had breaths to catch, a heart to tell to stop pounding, and some new decor to give a home. I was also able to gauge how physically unfit I was at this time. So now I know... this task easily took me over a half hour and that is going to be the measure I will use for future workouts. If I can be so determined to get these objects into my house that seemed to be initially impossible, I know that I can get back in the swing of more "hare-like marathons." I have to start somewhere.... and I have.
Golden is Ambition when Ambition is Golden.
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