It Keeps Going and Going and...

Ow.. Ow..

This hurts.. This being my back, my shins, my calves, whatever the muscle is behind my knees, my feet, and the spot on my left and right thighs where they fattily rub against each other as I walk causing friction burns.

Ow.

Parked at the weir, walked across the train bridge, all the way up to the Victoria bridge, across that, and all the way back.

13023 steps.

Gonna do laundry and pass out now.

Step by Step (ooh baby!)

Ow, I kinda hurt, but it's a good hurt. Spring is hurling by, and summer seems to be upon us if the weather the past two weekends is any indicator. So, what to do with your summer days, when up here in Saskatchewan we seem to get somewhere around 16 hours of daylight each day?

Well, I've heard you take things one step at a time, but I read an article on the BBC that says we should all really be taking 10,000 steps at a time, or at least in a day. And so, today I set out with Ben to find a pedometer and make it happen.

My end result after walking from the Mendel to the Victoria bridge, across the bridge, back to the University bridge, then back AGAIN to the Broadway Bridge, and then finally back to the car...

7541 steps.

So while it's not 10,000, it's a start. Keep in mind, this is 10,000 steps in yourwhole day, from the second you pull on your pants in the morning, to the moment you take them off (at night, before bed. If you take them off for any reason before that, I don't wanna know, but you can keep counting steps.)

So how do I feel after 7500 steps? Well, based on my weight - about 600 calories lighter :) I feel sore, tired and relaxed. I feel great.

We're gonna do it again tomorrow. I won't speculate for anything after that, because you really just gotta take things 1 day at a time, and make every single day count.

I figure that with 10,000 steps a day, and dropping my diet to 1500 nicely balanced calories each day, I should be in pretty good shape sometime around 2008 :)

Kim-Tastic!

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Journey of a Spanish Internal Parasite

As told by the recipient of a Spanish Internal Parasite

Ahhhh, this is the life, sitting here perched upon this lukewarm cream of spinach. Waiting. Growing. Festering. I watch as each of them walk by, one by one, searching for the next item to add to their already teeming plates. I patiently wait for that one unsuspecting victim to approach, the one person who foolishly chooses to taste the cream of spinach. What is cream of spinach anyway? Even I think it smells gross and I am a lowly parasite. Not to mention I don’t have a nose.

Success! I see her now in close view! She is slowly nearing the plastic sneeze guard. Almost there, almost there…oooh I am getting giddy! Alas, she stops to examine the Spanish sign hovering above describing the ambiguous looking batch of cream of spinach. Will she change her mind? Will she understand the sign? What if she gets a whiff of this foul smell and turns away in disgust? The anticipation is killing me! Then, when all hope is thought to be lost, she grasps the large metal ladle that has been grasped by so many others before her and extends her arm towards the spinach and cream mystery amalgamation. Victory is mine!

A rush of exhilaration runs through my parasite body as the air rushes past me on my journey to her plate. She situates the spinach-slop concealing me right next to the soggy cooked carrots. Interesting choice of placement indeed. My guess is she chose to group together the two least appetizing items. That’s alright. Soon, none of this will matter. Soon the deed will be done and none of the food ingested today will be recognizable when it reemerges. Muh ha ha ha *evil laugh ensues*.

And then, in a matter of seconds, the transaction is completed. Still in wonderment that she actually ate the cream of spinach, I travel speedily through the narrow esophagus into the stomach. Havoc begins! Pain & agony proceed! One by one I see the Rolaids & Gravol tablets follow behind me. She knows… she is on to me. No matter now you fool! Your pink Rolaids aren’t going to stop me. Nothing can stop me now as I travel deeper and lodge myself into the small intestine. Six sweet hours of mayhem do I cause before she manages to settle the wrath I have wreaked. Six hours, a lifetime for both me and her in opposing views. I can sense she is resting comfortably now and feels at ease. Poor fool. I almost start to feel sorry for her… Wait.. no! Must not get emotional! My job is not yet finished. There is still much work to be done and chaos to be inflicted. Just when she thinks all is well and returns to her regular way of life with her regular food and intestinal processes…. I strike again in a surprise attack! Muh ha ha ha *evil laugh again*. This is where the story concludes. But consider yourself warned as I may be looming on your next vacation food item... (and in general, do not eat the Cream of Spinach. It's not even close to being good.)