Week 18D

If my memory were better, I would not get nearly as much exercise. I constantly walk the Forgetful 5K. I walk in one room and forget why I went in there. I walk out and start back to another room and remember why I needed to go into the first one. I pivot and start walking back the other way. Then I remember something I needed to take with me that I left, so I pivot again, go back to the room of origin, get what I needed to take, walk back to the other room, and forget again why else I was there. The good thing about the Forgetful 5K is you don't need a lot of room to run it. All it requires is two rooms and a walkway between them. Throw in a few distractions and you can easily add distance to the course. It's even longer with sleep deprivation.

I realized that I actually have more free time at work than I do at home, so I brought my mini stair-stepper to my office. Between patients, I'll hop on that thing and start stepping. I get little bursts of cardio going, and I love it. The only thing I worry about is someone walking by my office and peeking in the little window on my door. I'll deal with the paranoia.

Speaking of work, my pixie-dancer colleague is worried about me. (I can't call her a pixie-elf because she is taller than I am.) You would know that I would end up working next to a behaviorist who, if she stands sideways and sticks out her tongue, looks like a zipper. Anyway. She is worried about me because I am making too many changes too fast, meaning my stopping date of August 15. Soooooo, I had to bring her in my office and show her why she does not have to worry. I showed her my stair-stepper and my very organized drawer with drink mixes, oatmeal, and Grape Nuts. (Yes, I keep them at work, too. I'm telling you I'm addicted! Intervention anyone?) She felt better.

I have had one result of my quest that was rather unforeseen. Let's just say I can do those jumping jacks with a bit less frontal lobe damage. Yes, my cup no longer runneth over. No, it's more like my cup hath spilleth down the front of my shirt. I need a tuck.