A Few of My (new) Favorite Things

Sure, I love raindrops on roses, brown paper packages tied up with string, and snowflakes that fall on my nose and eyelashes, but, Stop-the-Presses!, I have a few new things to add to the list.  

This photo of Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park 
is courtesy of TripAdvisor


 

First let me tell you about my green crocs.  Why yes, they do look rather like frog feet.  I first discovered how great they were when we took a trip to Glacier National Park.  We had a picnic by Lake McDonald. It  is fed by snowmelt (can we say c-o-l-d??) and, as you can see the lakebed is stone.  We were with Laura's family and, between the 8 of us, we had one pair of adult sized crocs.  That one pair got used by every single member of the party to wade out into the lake and play.  That same day, we found a dollar store in town and bought knock-off crocs for everybody.  Now we always throw them in the trunk when we travel by car, just in case. 

Last Friday I went shopping with my BFF.  We were going to a fairly upscale mall, so I didn't want to wear my white running shoes with good black slacks, so I decided to wear my new black leather sport shoes that I'd bought for just such a time.  We had a great time and I racked up lots of steps on my pedometer.  A couple of hours into the morning, I noticed that my heels were sore.  We stopped for lunch and then shopped for a couple more hours.  I definitely noticed the pain by the time we walked to the car.  By the time I got home I could barely walk.  Of course I found each heel had a huge blister that had rubbed raw through the skin.  I have lived in my green crocs since Friday, except for Sunday morning, when I wore ridiculously out-of-season black heelless sandals to church.  I even went for my walks with crocs.  They're amazingly comfortable.  The only annoyance is small gravel bits that sneak in through the holes and require a stop to shake them out.   

Green Tea.  I've never liked it.  The 17DD, however, does like it (it's apparently loaded with antioxidants) and calls for two or three cups a day.  I bought several types of green tea with added flavors to try.  Lipton's Mandarin Orange flavor was fairly good, but then I tried Lemon Ginger Green Tea (Stash).  OMG, this is a dynamo flavor combination.  I use one packet of truvia with it and it makes a wonderful cuppa.  I bought mine at Safeway, but I've seen the Stash brand at other stores, too.

And one other discovery from following the 17DD.  An egg white scramble makes a super-quick delicious breakfast.  Really, it's almost as fast as cereal. I bought a case of Costco's Real Egg (99% egg whites, but the traditional yellow color).  When I ran out I picked up a carton of All Whites (100% egg whites).  I like both, but the All Whites, with a strange almost water-like consistency cook up magically into something that reminds me a lot of the best part of a fried egg (the white part!).

I know you may have other things to do today, so I'll wrap this up with a progress report on my time on the 17DD and my weekly mileage.

I finished the first cycle (17 days) of the 17DD on Sunday.  My total weight loss for that time was 10.4 pounds.  While I've started the second 17 day cycle, I'm not sure that this is something I plan to do for life.  I love the jump start to my weight loss and have gained some insights during the process:  yes, I can be disciplined, at least for a short time; I don't have to have sugary "treats" every day; portion size counts; drinking all that water (and tea) is do-able and helpful.  I've discovered some great new recipes along the way.  I actually like the yogurt (never a yogurt fan). I missed the whole grains. A lot.  The yogurt may "help the digestive process," but my body needs more fiber than the first cycle provided. I'll see if this second cycle works better with my digestion.  Stay tuned.

The mileage for last week was right on track until I  developed those blisters on my heels.  Still, I totalled 22 miles for the week, bringing my YTD to a nice, even 150 miles!

For your viewing pleasure: My father, at about 5 or 6 years old (c 1922) with his sling-shot.  He was apparently pretty skilled. In his later years, my mother had to work hard to persuade him to use humane traps to catch the marauding squirrels in his vegetable garden rather than his trusty sling-shot.