For the umpteenth time this winter, we’ve gotten a shoveable amount of snow at the Jersey shore.
But I must admit, it’s beautiful out! Crisp cool and refreshing air–that is until I got a whiff of mom’s cigarette this morning! #venting
Phew, yuck, nasty, foul-smelling and vulgar tasting! A gust of wind and bam!!! The pollution seeped into my aperture, contaminated my mouth and replaced my fresh minty mouth with the nasty taste of tobacco.
To experience this second-hand smoke mess on the street is one thing, but to deal with it at home, is an entirely different unhappy story.
The snow closed most schools in the area including my son’s school, so I took advantage of the day off. Instead of a late afternoon workout, I was able to workout on a weekday morning when the gym was empty. Sweet!
Before heading out to the gym, I shoveled a path for our pooch to go potty. He’s not the smallest of the Shih Tzu breed, but small enough that his four paws sink through deeper snow and land him face down in it.
The nasty cloud of smoke greeted me when I walked from the back yard to re-enter the garage. Annoyingly I cough and wave my hand, but mom doesn’t get the message. Even if she did get the message, the scene would remain unchanged. She ignores my gestures and continues to puff, wheeze, and talk on the phone. I try to hold my breath and dash past her to fresher air. Ugh!!
Mom will be 81 this year and has no plans to give up smoking. She talks a good game about “cutting back,” but I think that’s to appease me. No more do I give her the cigarettes are bad for you speech. I think she’s been smoking since she was a teenager and has no plans to give it up. It is was it is. As long as she doesn’t smoke in my home, she can smoke wherever she wants with her cigarettes.
I become frustrated and off kilter when the smoke permeates the garage—returning home from work, I pull in and jump out the car only to be greeted by pure stank!
Through childhood, I breathed second-hand smoke at home, in the car, and with family. As an adult who understands the risks of exposure to second-hand smoke, I choose not to expose myself or my children to it. So when I’m forced to inhale the carcinogen, I am annoyed. I don’t judge those who smoke, I simply choose not to.
Mom always tells me, You can’t live forever!”
I know that. Lol!! Hello!! It’s quality of life that matters most to me, so I work hard to remain mindful of how I treat my body and what goes into it. Healthy living is a mindset–either it’s there or it’s not. I’m having fun living and want to keep it that way.
I’m still sore from Saturday’s WOD, but today is leg day, so I am ready. 🙂
Before going hard on the legs, I did a few chest exercises. The break help my legs to recover from “the warm up,” but shortly after my hams and quads were once again awakened.
About two-hours of hard work at the gym has made me a little tired. Something I rarely get to do is take a nap. I hope it lasts. I’m groggy! Lol!
Talk to you later!
Enjoy your afternoon!