What do you want

I fell off the exercise wagon yesterday. I’m fairly certain I bruised my ego when I hit the ground, however, once I sunk into bed I couldn’t be bothered to actually worry too much about it. It was probably a more graceful fall than when I didn’t check my stride on the walking pad and got my heel caught up in one of the guards. I nearly faceplanted into a two shelf bookcase and brained myself. Since I had been going at a good clip, I couldn’t catch back up to the speed and did the oddest steps to try and pull myself off gracefully.

I failed.

However since I didn’t end up on my ass, and as a bonus there were no witnesses, I still counted it as a win. Of course, I had to stop the workout so I could fix the walking pad that I had bent the plastic on, but I eventually got all my minutes in, even if I didn’t have the same enthusiasm. Of course, the next day I almost tripped going down the stairs when I didn’t lift my heel (the other foot) high enough and instead stumbled down the two steps to the landing.

Again, escaping grievous injury to both my body and my pride, I cautiously made my way back downstairs but I realize that I should pay closer attention to the steps I’m taking. Not just the steps either. I’m finding I’m having some trouble holding my face and voice in meetings lately and truthfully I should have better control. I’m unsure if it is my mental faculties having difficulty adjusting to daylight savings time, or my advancing years, but there are days I’m definitely unsure if I’m totally in control of the body I’m housing.

I took time off this week so I could give my brain a rest. Or occupy it with something more pleasant to focus on.

I’ve been trying to get in some gardening however storms and cold weather have kept me indoors. Not that I can’t keep myself entertained inside, but the back yard needs help and I absolutely want to get that finalized. At least get it to a place where it no longer drives me nuts. I’m also trying to determine what I want to do about a fence, even a temporary one, but I believe I should wait until the company comes out to pier the foundation. I really don’t want a fence in the way of them hauling things in and out of the house. I find I’m antsy to make the back yard an oasis, but if I’m honest with myself, I am unsure how calm I would feel with the nonsense going off next door. But the thought of locking the rest of the world’s eyes out of my backyard so I can just chill is tantalizing.

However patience is required to get what I will need. I just suck at it. Too bad there isn’t a way to just grab extra. A top off in this case.