A journal of of our fitness and outdoor life with a dog perspective. I enjoy the mountain biking and yard work and my wife Misao is always looking for health and cooking tips. Phillip
Friday, February 4, 2011
Year of the Rabbit
Rabbits like to eat tulip flowers. At least in my mom's garden. They wont be getting to my potted tulips for a while. What pot you ask? exactly. I doubt we will be seeing the rabbits any time soon. And what does it mean for ground hog day if the ground hog can't get out of his hole?
Pure as the wind driven snow they say. Twenty four inches of snow after three rounds. Actual thunder snow Tuesday night. And where did the dogless house and bath of the birds go?
I had some worries for my heart recently as I was light headed and having the tendency to almost black out at times for many a day. Called the doctors office and talked to a nurse who thought it was some kind of virus. Didn't make an appointment as they charged me $450 just to see the doctor last time. And that was with the self pay discount at Columbia St. Mary's. After shoveling and digging out the car I have to agree with her assessment as I am still alive.
Maybe I will put my after storm shots up on Flickr. I still have to check if I have all my MTB shots up.
My weight is still to high but more controllable this Winter. Misao has cut the portions she serves... at times and we generally eat earlier in the evening now which I think helps. I really have to get back into my gym routine. I found if I spend long time periods walking and doing the stationary bike when I work out, having some Gatorade, rather than just water, is beneficial as I have fewer cravings when I get home.
Yes, it is the year of the rabbit. Seeing we have become very friendly to our back yard rabbits I hope it will be a good year for us. They say it is a year of good fortune. We could use it. But maybe that is only for Chinese. We'll see what happens. I doubt it will stop the rabbits from waiting for us at the back door to get a pile of oats. I worry what happens when we run out of oats... not that I would fear a rabbit... but there are four.
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