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No workout Friday or Saturday. Saturday I meant to, but we didn't get home until after 8 PM, so it was way too late to go walking. But I do have some good news: we were out Saturday shopping, so while I was at Walmart, I stopped in the sporting goods section. I've been thinking about getting free weights for around the house or wrist/ankle weights or SOMETHING to make up for walking instead of going to the gym and doing strength training. What I ended up getting was a pair of 2-pound weights (that have the neoprene?/foamy covering). I was skeptical if I would actually use them while walking or if they would even make a difference because they're so light, but DH insisted I get them (plus, they were only $2.77 each).

Of course, there is a bad part to the shopping trip; in the cart with the weights and Crystal Light was soda, tortilla chips, Pringles, and a big bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms (which I have been craving for MONTHS but only gave in once before yesterday, and that was a little single pack). Sigh. I'm expecting a big fill this time, so maybe last supper syndrome is in the back of my head? The soda doesn't even sit right anymore, I'm so used to not drinking carbonation anymore that it makes me a little urpy. Thankfully though I didn't sit down and eat the whole bag of M&Ms, I had a few small handfuls and that was it.

Today I did get my 2 mile walk in! It was threatening to rain but we took our chances. The weights are a big success--I found myself doing short reps of different angles almost unconsciously instead of just swinging them as I walked. I do believe I'll be using them regularly. I didn't feel as silly as I thought walking with them, either. DH was fascinated during our walk; he hadn't been on that part of the trail in about a month, and there wasn't much spring growth yet. Now it's all filled in and we saw goldfinches, rabbits (including a baby), 2 deer, cardinals, and lots of other wildlife. About 1/3 of a mile from the end, DH started walking backwards. I don't know why, and neither does he. BUT, after a little bit, his legs started to hurt. He finally felt like he was getting a workout, eesh. So he kept walking backwards while I walked. I ran for the very last part, too, which made both myself and DH proud of me. It killed me and I was gasping for about 5 minutes afterwards, but it was still nice.