I weighed myself yesterday and learned two interesting things. 1) my go-to winter clothes weigh 4lbs. 2) I lost 14 pounds since January 2016. No dieting. Just an increase in activity. It was dance-ercising the first half of last year, if you remember, and then that fell apart right around the time I painted the bathroom. Then the Kid was here. Then I was a toad for a little while. Then I started fishing regularly. I think the walking up and down the lake and river edges, lugging gear, really did the trick. Plus, I don't munch while I'm fishing. Except maybe a snack bar when we're on the boat.
I've been watching Last Man Standing a lot lately. If you ever see the immigration episode, it slays me. When she talks about the Gatos de la Playa, and then later he tells her to release the beach kitties... ROFL... "no back talk or I'll laugh while the cats scratch out your eyes." LMAO
Yes, I am a strange woman.
Yesterday afternoon, Hubs and I went to the lake with some plastic bags and spent a couple hours picking up trash at one of our favorite fishing spots. Well, he was mostly picking up trash. I was pulling fishing line out of the ground. I had a plastic grocery bag half full of tangled line by the time we were done. I hate that shit with a burning passion. Yes, I know it's a necessary function of fishing. Hooks get snagged and line breaks off. Lord knows I've had it happen often enough. Which is part of the reason I pick it up when I see it. Chances are it's not mine, but maybe someday someone else will pick up my line while they're out, and so on so on. What I really hate is when someone respools and leaves their old line laying there. Erg. Police your trash people.
I smoke like a freakin' fiend when I fish. And every butt goes in my pocket (once it's out, of course...LOL). The only thing worse than fishing line all over the place is cigarette butts. Bleh. And beer cans. And candy wrappers. My god, people. Really?
I was sore and tired as hell by the time we got home, but I still managed to get 1500 words out last night. Now I'm sore as hell but not too tired. Because, hey, morning. And coffee.
Okay, that's it for me. What's it for you?