I'm starting to feel as tightly wound as the flowers I'm posting tonight. I think that means I can't keep waiting for better weather to walk. I don't think I can tolerate walking on a treadmill or indoor track. I could do it from a physical stand point but the idea of it is totally unappealing. I guess I could try swimming laps and see how my shoulder does. I know I should be doing some water walking but I can't seem to make myself do that.
I am continuing to keep my walking log but as soon as I start back to regular 2 to 3 mile walks, at least every other day, I'm going to begin another fresh start. My minimum goal was walking for exercise every other day. I would like to walk for exercise daily but I tried to set realistic goals. I'm on fresh start number three and so far each fresh start ends up with less activity. At this point I'm doing so little it will be easy to show improvement. There I go, the Queen of the silver lining. On a truly positive note, I found a gallon jug of bubbles (the kind you blow) when I straightened up my laundry room. I knew I had some bubbles somewhere but I had no idea where I put them. They were behind the laundry detergent. Good thing I didn't accidentally wash clothes with them. That would be par for the course. I not only managed to enjoy myself blowing bubbles, I also captured a few with my camera. Let me say that blowing a bunch of bubbles and then snapping pictures before they all burst is no mean feat. I guess that means I did accomplish something today.