I just wimped out on an actual workout, and instead walked around the neighborhood and checked out the new restaurant and store (adorable hipster grocery store, too small for real grocery shopping, more of the "send the kid down the block for an onion" thing). (ETA: It was 2 miles, so I figure that's good, though still well short of 10K steps since it was the first time I left the house today)
My issue is those "target heart rate" things. I mean, if I jog pretty much at all, I'm up in "max" territory, and certainly not in "cardio" or "fat burning" supposed zones. If I hit above the "max" for my age, does that mean my heart explodes?
My experiment with savory oatmeal turned out much better than I anticipated. I think the secret was making it spicy and adding goat cheese.
I ventured into the world for the first time in a few days. Mani and pedi have been accomplished. And I scheduled a facial for tomorrow - but I need to decide if I want to brave the weather tomorrow to go across the parking lot.
Came home to a letter from the mammography place - boobs came up clean. Yay!
Okay, I adore large curd cottage cheese in my oatmeal, but the thought of goat cheese in it made unseemly things happen in my underthings brain.
Savory oatmeal sounds so tasty. As soo as I am done low carbing I'm eating a ton of it.
I like to figure my target heart rate based off of my "max heart rate" as determined from doing a set exercise rather than age. Fwtw.
Yay boobs!
You guys, this post Jesse "Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This" Dec 15, 2013 5:48:51 pm PST came true a day early, and I am SO HAPPY. I had three delightful meals I made myself, watched a bunch of tv, went to the grocery store... and did some work, but whatever. I knew I had been short on sitting-around time, but honestly kind of forgot how awesome it is. Fingers crossed for the rest of the weekend.
Jesse - I have the flip side. Today is my last day of vacation. The next payperiod starts tomorrow and if I work part of the weekend, next week will be much smoother.
Though I have to say, working only 18 hours over the last two weeks - has been pretty nice.
I've had a crapload of time off! Just most of the days have been at least partially full of Stuff. Good stuff, even, but stuff.
If I'm very lucky, I will be as happy as this greyhound maybe once this year.
