Fall From Grace and my climb uphill again

My blogging has become like my nutricious eating last week- that is to say none existant. Oh Dear.

But dear reader I did set out on a walk on Tuesday, a short one to get me into the spirit of the thing to the post office. I had walked 300 yards from the front door when my foot hit the curb stone and I ended up falling like a fat superwoman through the air for about 1 inch before I came to an unceremonious thumping landing on the pavement. My glasses flew off in front of me such was the pace of my fall, as did my letter to America. A cyclist went sailing by and muttered a are you okay as i rubbed my self.

Yes I did limp to the post office and yes it did hurt.

At night i bandadged myself up with antibacterial cream and then sulked at home for the next three days. My eating was wild. I was an out of control animal again. I need not say the words pancakes at 2.30am to the uninitiated.

Today was different. I ate two meals before I went walking . A real proper walk with mud encrusted walking boots on. I wallowed in the mud. I felt the sun on my skin, creating vitamin d in my body, and i was overjoyed. I looked at walls of lichen and moss again and amused myself by looking at a small white poodle which lower half was entirely black from the mud. I walked past the horses asleep in the fields and made clk clk noises to them. Spring was in my step and daffodils in my heart and other such purple phrases. Walking puts order back into my life. Where shall I go tomorrow?

Swim Away the Blues.

I must apologise for yesterday's grumpy mood. I managed to curtail the feeling by eating soup and then going for a swim. I managed to swim 40 lengths of the baths before it was home time. There was a sense of achievement and a smile on my face at the end of the experience. The was just a slight feeling of discomfort when I had to go from the pool to the changing rooms but I'm thinking that if people object to me that's their problem.

A friend emailed me yesterday worried about my feet when I am walking, she reminded me gently that i need support for my ankles whilst hill walking. So today I spent some time looking for my boots which I had long since abandonded somewhere between Manchester and Derbyshire. All to no avail. This does mean that i'm steering clear of muddy tracks and sticking to dry stone pathways. Which actually rules out a large proportion of interesting walks in the area.

I've had a desire to get cookery books out recently and make something from scratch, however, my parents will protest when I cook as I'm so damned messy. Out walking soon.