Getting started on an exercise routine, even a relatively mild one, can be quite an eye opener. I have spent the bulk of my waking hours over the past twenty years sitting at a desk or standing at the front of a classroom in a sprawling one story school building. No stairs to climb, no distances to walk, not much of an aerobic challenge. So completing my one mile walk in place DVD was a form of torture. But it will get easier, It's just a matter of sticking with it long enough to retrain these rebellious muscles.
Yesterday, I did something I haven't done in years: I read a book, cover to cover, in one day. Granted, it was not anything terribly deep, just Julie Garwood's Fast Track. The next book on my summer reading list will engage a bit more brain power, it's one of Neil Gaimon's books.
The question of the day: why do doctors persist in maintaining the fiction that they make appointments to see patients? I had a 10:00 appointment to see the eye surgeon, I was ushered into the inner sanctum at 11:15, had my eyes measured, scanned and photographed by five different machines run by three different technicians, was sent to a second smaller waiting area and finally saw the doctor at 12:30 . I was released at 1:00. I am thinking of starting a rebellion that will end in doctors having to respect the value of their patients' time or pay steep fines when they fail to do so.