After posting my work-out video this morning (For Those Who Suffer, We Ride…), I stepped on the scale to find that I had set a new personal worst…a 12-month high. On with the running shoes, and out the door…no matter that the air was thick with humidity and threatening rain…I was determined to shake this weight off in one long run.
(Clank) (What is going on with you?) Flashback.
After Rachel left home to go to college, I camped out in the attic. Meaning, on the couch…curtains drawn…big screen flashing…Friday night after work through the weekend. This went on for several weeks.
I watched five consecutive seasons of the TV Series “Rescue Me.” 5 seasons = ~ 50 episodes. 50 shows = ~38 hours of TV. Back to back to back to back to back to BACK. (Obsessive Personality Disorder. Topic for upcoming post.)
There was no other TV during this Rescue Me marathon. I took short breaks for meals, showers and potty breaks. No exercise. No walks outdoors. No Zeke dog walking. Minimal human interaction. Just sayin’ – I was hunkered down. (Who says it’s Moms that fall apart after the kids leave the nest).
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