Getting fit and well

People talk about the 10 000 steps program for walking your way to fitness. Ten thousand steps!
 I thought that that number in a month or even possibly in a week at a pinch was achievable. I found out I am supposed to manage that in one day. One day! I bought a fitbit with my Christmas money and set my first goal as 1000 steps.  Today I had about 200 by dinner time but I got Krista to reset the watch tonight and somehow she has given me 2430 steps. Impressive, eh?

It's not that I don't want to be fit but with the combination of asthma and COPD,  my lungs are operating at about 52% and I seem to be able to walk only about 150 metres at a time. After a quick rest, I can do another 150m so over time I can get a reasonable distance. That's the main reason or excuse that I give.

By now I should be packed and ready to hit the road. Unfortunately my type 2 diabetes which has been fairly well controlled, recently spiralled out of control with daily readings ranging from 5 to 25+. I have just been put onto insulin and that is taking a while to regulate. At the moment I am taking my sugar levels four times a day and am starting to feel like a pin cushion. So instead of driving off into the sunset I am visiting my GP, an endocrinologist, a dietitian, a podiatrist and anyone else who is happy to take my money.

This is the last week of the school holidays and I've been busy with the kids - a couple of movies, off to the pool, a sewing lesson at The Studio with cousin Carmel and time at shopping centres and coffee shops. In fact, with the constant heat this month, air conditioning is the first determinant of the day's activities.  The boys have been very good at sitting in Zaraffas Coffee Shop several times a week.  They take a book or do the Sudoku in the paper. At home, of course, they are on their technological devices as long as they are allowed. Next week they'll be back at school - and I really should be travelling. I am going to be optimistic and start packing the van.

Four weeks later, I have the all clear to travel but have agreed to house/pet sit for a cousin who will be in hospital for a few days. (Continued in Demented Dogs and Midnight Marauders and in Love/Hate Relationships)