HEY, Muffin!

Winter is upon us in New Jersey. It's Comfort Food/Carb Season and here come the holidays! Followed by New Year's resolutions...to lose those that 10 pounds brought on by "just a taste" or "it's the holidays". The MUFFIN TOP wins out and the "fat pants" come out of the closet again. Salads just don't have the same appeal when the wind is whipping, and the cold just about freezes your hands off when you run out to get the garbage cans from the curb. Walks are a bit harder to initiate. OK...barely night and it's dark out. Another day without a walk, and dinner is ready. Time to eat again!

"My dogs are hurtin' me"

I have started a walking regimen and walk about 20-25 minutes everyday with the goal of continual improvement of my plantar faciitis...as well as getting rid of the "muffin top". Imagine these are the personification of my feet–ooooh, the pain in their faces! (I am exaggerating, of course, but sure would like to be 100% again.) Is this what one means when they say "my dogs are hurtin' me"???? The next thing you know I could be drawing muffins!

POOF!

I have "graduated" from Physical Therapy and now will have to forge out on my own with the discipline of stretching and an optimistic walking routine as winter approaches. POOF! How life's events dissolve into the next. And how fall will turn to winter in the blink of an eye.  POOF! My 2-3 day sessions of Physical Therapy per week are finally over,  but have given me the opportunity to grab snippets of the beautiful colors of fall on my drive back home.  Grabbing these scenes as they come, as there will not be a "repeat performance". POOF!

Road  to Penwell, taken over a week ago. How fast the leaves are turning–soon to turn to dismal grey twigs.