1 DOWN...30 TO GO!

Okay so for the purpose of this daily record, I am counting 31 days of consistent exercise excluding Sundays.  So my 31 days started today, and will end on the 10th of February!

I am reminded of the day in the distant past out at the Ruby Valley Ranch visiting Grandma and Granpa Smith.  I trully loved that place.  The sights and smells of Grandmas house were wonderful and enchanting and  I often think of days we spent there.  Today in particular though, I am reminded of a specific day in which my pallet will never be the same.  We came in from outside to the most delicious smell of something frying!  It was an amazing combo of bacon and sausage mingled with the everpresent essence of Cheese Whiz, the greatest invention of the 21st century I might add.  When I asked what smelled so delightful, I was prompted by Gma Smith to sit and have some "Rocky Mountain Oysters"...uh-huh that's right, you know where I am going with this.  At my youthful age of 10 or so, I had never heard of them, but boy did they smell good!  I quickly obliged and after burning my tongue on the first one, proceeded to shovel several into my mouth exclaiming to my grandma that she was the best cook ever, and that these were my new favorite treat.  My grandma had that familiar twinkle in her eye, she often had that look when she had conned one of us into eating a vegetable or something we claimed to not like, so I asked her, "is this from a pig?"  She quickly replied that they were not from a pig, but from the calves that had come in for branding.  After an extended pause where I racked my brain trying to figure out how branding would produce such perfectly round little morsels of goodness, I decided to just ask her.  She, again with the twinkle, replied calmly that they weren't from the branding part but the castrating part!  Now I'm no dummy! I had watched many a rubber band being snapped into place on our sheep.  It took about 30 seconds for that little delight in my mouth to become the most chewey, greasy, gamey piece of sh-- I had ever eaten!  I have never, ever, EVER eaten them again!  Though I pride myself, on being in on the secret of what the "Rocky Mountain Oyster" actually is. It is funny how by renaming something we can be lulled into thinking it is good.  MY POINT?  As I was sweating away on the treadmill, the thought of how much I'm not going to lose in this one exercise session would try to rear its ugly head, which usually leads to how out of shape I am, how much my feet, and knees, and calves are screaming at me to stop and finally to how great that frosting in the fridge is gonna taste when I give up on this dang treadmill and haul my flabby bum upstairs!  But instead, today, but not calling it a weight loss session, just a goal to do some form of exercise, I smiled!  I was actually smiling, because the minute I stepped on the treadmill, I had reached my goal! And while I was already down here I might as well stay for a bit and listen to my new Kelly Clarkson CD WHICH I HIGHLY RECOMMEND FOR WORKING OUT....WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER...STAND A LITTLE TALLER...DOESN'T MEAN I'M LONELY WHEN I'M ALONE!...you know you want to sing with me! Anyway, long story short....I am one for one on the workout challenge I gave myself!  I am treating myself to a facial if I can accomplish this goal because I really love them :)  I am already planning ahead on what I will try tomorrow for my "not workout"!  Maybe I'll do "not" Yoga!  Whatever it is I'll keep you posted!

Love you all!
Kym