I’m not a big milk drinker, because I’m somewhat lactose intolerant, but I do take milk in my coffee or sometimes fancy ass flavored creamer, if I’m out somewhere and I have a choice between regular and flavored. But usually it’s just milk.
The last week or so, in order to try and cut down on my milk consumption, I’ve stopped eating cereal and stopped taking milk in my coffee. I’ve been using this shitty powdered stuff that I bought like, I don’t know…forever ago..when I made raktajino. (AKA Klingon coffee)
Wait a minute. I just went back and looked at that entry and HOLY CRAP was that like THREE years ago?
No wonder this powdered creamer stuff I’ve been using is so crappy. Wow. I didn’t realize I’d had that stuff in my pantry for THREE years.
I tried last night, for the first time in months, to go for a walk. It started off well…I was dancing along to the Guardians of The Galaxy Awesome Mix vol.1 on my phone and I felt mostly OK. But by the time I reached what I had mentally planned as the half way mark (an elementary about 15 minutes away, walking speed. 5 minutes or less by car), I was hurting. So I stopped and sat on this concrete thing that sticks out of the ground for a minute. After a couple of minutes I felt OK enough to go on. But by the time I reached the park that’s around the corner from my house, I was REALLY hurting. I managed to stagger back to the house (about a block away) and I was really, REALLY wishing at that point that our shower remodel was done, because the new shower is going to have a bench to sit on. Afterwards, I used Alexa to call my husband to get him to bring me some water because I just didn’t have the energy to get up and go get it myself. He said I looked extremely wiped out and I said I didn’t think a half hour of walking would tire me out so much. I mean, it’s not even that far…maybe half a mile? Quarter of a mile? I am LOUSY at judging distances. But I know that this time last year, I could easily hike 4-5 miles and not be too exhausted. B looked at me and said, “You’ve been gone for an hour.”
I had NO idea I’d been gone THAT long, y’all. NO idea.
I think if I just keep working at it and walking every day, eventually I’ll be in less pain. Or at least that’s what I hope will happen. Because I MISS going for a hike after dinner. I really do. I refuse to let this stupid injury (which I’m beginning to believe was more work related than I’d previously thought, but I have no proof of that) rip what I love away from me.