I’ve walked a total of 12 miles so far this week. I’m off the smokes, off the patches, and I’m soloing through the ups and downs of the day without nicotine. (That’s without resorting to scotch, either, I’ll have you know!) I’m sticking to the diet, though I’ve not lost any more weight. This is deeply aggravating, but Mr. Wren assures me it’s because I’m replacing fat with muscle, and muscle weighs more.
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OK, I’ll accept that, but I sure would like to see the muscle rather than the fat, if you know what I mean.
But 12 miles! Hey! Cue up the “Rocky” theme!
The photo is of the weedy oak understory along the walking trail. I just liked the way the early morning sun set the rust-colored ones glowing.