Fresh Air And Quality Of Life

Happy Monday!

For the umpteenth time this winter, we’ve gotten a shoveable amount of snow at the Jersey shore.

Early morning view of the Atlantic City Expressway

Early morning view of the Atlantic City Expressway

Atlantic City streets a little before 7 a.m.

Atlantic City streets this morning  just before 7 a.m.

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

house rear

I took this pic after the last snow storm. My daughter edited it for me. Talented she is!

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.

Walkway for my pooch!

Walkway for my pooch!

Morning stroll out back

Morning stroll out back

The summer seems so far away.  I'm dreaming about swimming laps right now.

The summer seems so far away. I’m dreaming about swimming laps right now.

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. 🙂

My trainer warmed me up with a series of total body workout routines using TRX Bands, a Bosu Ball, Wall Balls, Kettlebells, and a stepper. To tell you the truth, the warm up felt more like a workout!

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!


Wednesday’s WOD

Another snow storm closed most schools in the area today.  Both me and B’Dazzle are home.  Poor hubby, being a public safety worker, had to schlep into the city early this morning.

With hubby leaving early for work, no time was left for him to faithfully plow the driveway. Regardless of snow amounts, our SUV’s usually get us up and down the driveway with no problem.   So doesn’t really matter to me if the driveway is plowed or not.

He on the other hand has to have the driveway as clean as possible.  He’s such a great guy!  Around 10ish this morning, I realized that I probably wouldn’t make it to the gym today as planned, so I decided to make the driveway my WOD.

My shovel was my equipment.

My shovel was my equipment.

I overdressed and almost immediately broke out into a sweat.  No rushing or anything.. just a steady cool pace.

The WOD!

The WOD!

Yes in indeed, the driveway is pretty lengthy (at least to be shoveling snow), but it beats being a couch potato for the day.

Shortly after I started the bright sun replaced the clouds; making my WOD more enjoyable.  Was it cold out?  Yes, but not bitter cold.  No wind, just calm crisp cool air, which was far better than yesterday’s biting wind.

For the record, I could of used this instead of the shovel, but I’m old school and when possible or within reason, would rather manually shovel snow.

Hubby's snow thrower nesting in the garage.

Hubby’s snow thrower nesting in the garage.

While shoveling, two passerby’s offered to clean the driveway for me, but I declined.  They probably think I’m crazy, but I didn’t want  help.

In about an hour-and-a-half, the snow-covered driveway was pretty much free of snow.  Yay!

A clean driveway!

A clean driveway!

Half way through shoveling, my feet starting getting cold and I didn’t understand why.  My boots are about 11 or 12 years old and they have always keep my feet warm. Not many boots do but these do the trick. When I came in the house to remove my boots, look what I found!!!  What the heck?  Cracks and splits everywhere and they are separating at the seams!  They’re like new-or so I thought.  I don’t even think I’ve worn them a dozen times.  They are from a good company so I think I’m going to return them to the company along with a nice letter and  see what they say.  It’s certainly worth a shot.   If you don’t ask, you don’t get.. right?

I’m glad it’s done because when hubby gets home (probably after dark today), he would go out and work on the driveway, which is ridiculous–since I was home all day.  So when he gets home, he’ll have a nice surprise!

This wife gets her hands dirty and ain’t afraid to help her hubby, nor do I wait around for him to do things that I can do myself.  Case in point. Week two now and because of the snow, my firewood delivery is delayed… again.

The fireplace isn’t such a big deal for hubby as it is for me. He could live with or without it.  I need the fireplace to get me through the winter. Rather then wait around or nag him to find me some firewood, I sought out a local homeowner selling it roadside and loaded up my SUV.

Yesterday evening's wood haul.

Yesterday evening’s wood haul.

An I-can-do-it-myself attitude has made a difference in our 25 1/2 year marriage. Sure I need hubby for some things, but I also believe that a husband (at least mine does) can appreciate a wife who can do for herself versus the damsel in distress 24/7.  Being healthy and fit has advantages.

So now that I’m back in the house, I’ve eaten a decent lunch… Steel oats and a large spinach and egg omelet (4 egg whites & 1 yolk).

Now I’m relaxing in my favorite place…

Aaaah, love the crackling sounds of wood burning!

Aaaah, love the crackling sounds of wood burning!

And I think I’ll catch up on some overdue reading!

Enjoy your day!