I have finally given in to the 'prescriptions' of my doctor. "Take this pill and walk for 30 minutes every day." I dislike taking medications -- my vitamin is a Flintstone Chewable, fer cryin' out loud. I manage the pill with my morning coffee, but I like to walk TO something and . . . it is hard to figure out a regular time to walk . . . I'm not a morning person . . . and . . . how many more excuses would you like? So the plan is to make it interesting, if not fun.
On Monday, Lucy and I walked the mile to the library, paid a fine and got new books. Yesterday, my walk involved the double stroller and two little ones who were excited to feed the ducks at the river -- it was a much longer walk. Today, we just strolled about a 1/2 mile while watching for the threatening rain. Along the way, there are occasional stops to pick up a stray doll or juice bottle, watch a bird or to take a photo like the ones from yesterday in overcast light with my iPhone.
I left this guy's picture out of yesterday's blog, but I think I like his attitude. No one said I had to be a serious walker, but perhaps the effort will eventually result in smaller size Jeans, lower blood-pressure and lifted depression. It's a plan with attitude.