Junk food binge--

Oops. I seemed to have enjoyed myself just a bit too much yesterday!



But, that's just one day, and if you think about it, one day of binge is just a drop in the....
... in the overall span of my life. Yeah, it's no big deal.

Tried to go walking this morning, drove to the park but couldn't get in. Almost got stuck in the snow. Should of just walked around the neighborhood instead. I had just wanted a more interesting scene.

Day One: Arms and Frittata

Used the exercises that came with the resistance band and the big ball to work my arms this morning.

Made a egg white, turkey bacon and spinach frittata and oranges for today.

Its the Eve of 2008, Happy new year!

31*, feels like 23*, 96% humidity, NNE 8 mph wind, Light Snow

This is the last day of my old ways---That's the hope that everyone has every year with their new resolutions. It is my hope as well. Starting tomorrow, things that have passed these lips to find a home on my hips will have to start packing up and going bye-bye. In the living room, waiting future wear and tear are my exercise gear-- the new things I bought, and some old forgotten things that have gathered dust for a little too long. In the closet, backpacking gear waits patiently for the first trails of the year. My bike waits in the shed for warm day riding. I am gearing up for my "eat local" self-challenge, and a year of creatively finding ways to cut costs AND improve my life.


I will leave you with a little song I love.

Oh Nuts

38*, feels like 34*, 68% humidity, SE 5 mph wind, fair

Today the healthy habit schedule suggested having a handful of crunchy nuts for a snack. So I replaced a bag of chips or candy with a handful of cashews which is what I had on hand. So from now on, instead of something like chips, I have to reach for the nuts.

I also found another healthy habit calender in a magazine I subscribe to, and since I think this is kind of fun, after this one is completed I will continue on with that one.

At walmart today, I bought an exercise ball and a resistance band. I've wanted them for a long time since I see in all the magazines lots of exorcises that use both these items but I just couldn't justify buying them before. I had 2 1o dollar gift certificates to walmart and I had just enough to cover both items.

This weekend, I am going to have to get all my work out gear together in one place, in view so that I am reminded daily to work out. Also, I need to set time aside for this on a calender of my own and figure out what kind of routine I want. After all, the new year is right around the corner....

Soup's On.

33*, feels like 28*, 78% humidity, SSE 6 mph wind, fair.

The healthy habit calender today says:
"Soups on! A cup of broth soup with veggies before meals can help fill you up with few calories."

I had the same breakfast this morning as I did yesterday. Cereal, milk and a mandarin orange. For lunch though I made up a cup of broth and made sure I ate plenty of veggies before my sandwich. Over all I had quite a few veggies today:

Carrots, green beans, corn, alfalfa sprouts, potato.
I only had one fruit- the mandarin orange.

I still ate some junk-- a apple fritter for desert after dinner and a chocolate bar for a snack today but all things considering, I think this is a lot better then what I was doing a few days ago.

It was a nice day for a walk, near perfect weather. I thought about taking a walk. But I felt tired all over. I just couldn't make myself go, not even for a short one. Having worked 9 days in a row with 3 more left to do, you would feel tired too. I am SO not going to work this much next year.

Expiriment

26*, feels like 16*, 81% humidity, W 10 mph wind, cloudy

The calender today says to experiment! Try something new in my meals. So that is what I did today. In fact, over all I have eaten quite a bit better then I have lately been eating. I added a mandarin orange to my breakfast of corn flakes, and for lunch I added homegrown alfalfa sprouts to my sandwich and drank milk instead of soda with my breakfast and lunch. I had a much better day of eating then I have in a long while. To tell the truth though, I was much too busy today at home and at work to think much about constant snacking (see, I told you I was a boredom eater....) Plus, I have a little less stress today due to the fact I told off a co-worker that was being very rude to me lately and made a stand. I will NOT be treated like white trash by anyone. And just because I am younger, does not give anyone the right to be rude to me. Nope.

I took a walk this morning too, though it wasn't a long or difficult one. It was on a flat paved surface and I was slow because my ankle is still sore and hurts if I over do it. But it was a sweet relief to get out, despite the cold and wind. Yay for exercise!!

When the bad eating urge hits!

19*, feels like 0*, 56% humidity, WSW 37 mph wind, light snow, WIND ADVISORY

3 Eating Strategies:

1. Drink a glass of water and decide if I am really hungry. If not really hungry (If I just had a meal) then find another outlet for distraction-an activity or exercise, like a walk, for a half hour. If bored, like at home alone, at work alone, find something to do like exercise, chores, or a journal writing session.
2. If after the water and distraction I am still feeling the need to nosh, I shall reach for something healthy. Veggies, a piece of fruit, a cup of soup broth.
3. If I am in a situation where I cannot escape and distract or grab a healthy snack, than take no more then 2 bites of junk just so that I can have the taste and not go too overboard with plenty of water or tea.

21 days untill a new habit.

19*, feels like 0*, 65% humidity, SW 31 mph wind, light snow, WIND ADVISORY

I've been working on deciding what new years resolutions I would like to make concerning my health and fitness. But I didn't want to go with the old stand by of counting calories for a week and going to the gym for a month before petering out. Part of the reason those methods don't work is that I am incredibly busy all the time and I work too much to want to force myself to sit down and count all calories every minute of the day or to drag my tired body to the gym after a long day's work.

But, I have to admit right now I DO want to gain health and lose weight. These few weeks I have been under an incredible amount of stress, which has led to over eating and eating nothing but JUNK. To top it off, my injuries have made exercising a non-existent thing for the time being. I mean absolutely very little of anything healthy has entered this temple lately. It's becoming a HUGE bad habit that is not helping my HUGE butt at all.

So just as I was trying to figure what kind of resolutions I would make this year I picked up several magazines out of boredom for something to read at work when I saw several articles that made sense and I thought I would try them. They aren't diet plans, but habit plans. The first article lead me to eatbetteramerica.com, a website community devoted to helping Americans to eat better and to encourage us to live healthier lifestyles. Once I registered, it gave me about 4 choices for resolutions. What did I want to accomplish this year? I chose the loose 10 lbs. option. (I have much more to lose then that, but they didn't give me a bigger option. Perhaps that is a good thing though, 10 lbs seems an easier goal.) It gave me a calender of hints to print off. 21 days to a new habit. Each day it tells you to think about something new, or to try something new. OK, I thought. This looks much less intimidating then those diet plans where every meal is planned out for you even though you don't like certain foods and would never really eat or make room in your meager grocery budget for. (After all, I am a busy person and I have no time to cook 3 meals a day plus snacks all day long... who are these people who can follow those plans? Stay at home wives? Come on, get real!) OK, I can do this.
So the other articles that interested me were about these women who lost weight simply by WRITING. Huh? I thought but as I read the articles it made sense. The rules were simple, write 3 pages every day about whatever, how you feel, what you ate and why, anything really. It helped them to realize what they were doing to themselves and to make changes from the things they saw they did not like. So, I'm combining the two things. I'll use the 21 days to a good habit tool and a journal as a way to record my thoughts and feelings along the way. I was so excited about this that I actually started my new me resolution yesterday.
The first day asked me to rate your confidence of achieving my goal. I gave myself an 8. After all, its only 10 lbs. much easier to envision then what I actually have to lose in the end. I wrote quite a bit about that but I don't feel like going over it here since it was yesterday. I have it written in a paper journal.
Today I was asked to identify my eating triggers and to work out a plan to remedy the urge when it hits to eat.
I am both a bored eater and a stress eater. As I said further up, I am definitely under a lot of stress. If I were to list everything I ate last week you would be shocked, and I would be ashamed. So I came up with a plan to help should the trigger situations occur. (See next post)

Avoiding High Fractuce Corn Syrup

For crying out loud, it's in everything! Everything store bought just about. From ketchup to bread, it's hard to avoid it if you don't make everything from scratch yourself! Which means if I want to eat any of my favorite things-- like bread or ketchup, I'm either going to have to find brands that don't have it (next to impossible and much more expensive) , go without, or start to make my own.

We shall see.....

Trip Report Part 3

Sunday Morning

It was pitch black outside. If there was a moon out I could not see it through the trees though I saw a few stars. With my headlamp, I resumed the trail feeling OK and ready to hike. It was 4 a.m. according to my watch, Chicago time. I followed the trail blazes stopping at each tree to locate the next with very little difficulty through the forest down then up a gently graded hill until I reached a stream where I stopped to filter water as I was out and to try to eat some breakfast. I managed a piece of string cheese and a small handful of dried berries. After nearly losing pieces of my water filter into the stream, I packed up and headed to the trail again which promptly crossed the stream. Here I lost all traces of blazing. But to my left, was obviously a trail. This had to be it as sometimes the trail curved around without warning and you had to be eagle eyed to spot it.

The trail widened out, and was obviously well used so I continued down it. It was kind of rocky, steep and the footing tricky in the dark but I figured I was making pretty good time, much better then I had been yesterday. I passed some gated dripping mine, where I could hear the echos of water trickling in the darkness, startled a couple of birds from a conifer, and a pretty big rabbit got out of my way in a hurry. After a while I thought I saw lights ahead, you know the gentle glow of a lamp inside tents. I was excited. Perhaps this was camp! I was rather proud of myself for finding it in the dark. But as I neared, I saw that it was only my light reflected back at me from reflective rectangles on a gate that crossed the trail. There was a sign that had a little hiker on it, so perhaps this was still the trail? I KNEW I should of gotten my map out, but I didn't. Lesson learned. I walked a little further and the hill bottomed out in a graveled and very wet parking area nestled at the base of cliffs and between forest. It was very cold down here where the chill had settled. There were 2 pick up trucks, a blue one and a red one. The red one obviously belonged to someone with off road vehicles so crossed that one off the list of possibly being one of our group's cars. The other might of been Mataharihiker's, but it was only a guess. I had no idea what her vehicle had looked like. I set out to wait a while, my knee was hurting anyway, so I laid out my blue pad, propped myself against my pack and tried to take a nap.

Being too cold to nap, and the cold ground making my injury ache, I stood and walked about a lot. I watched the sun rise, as the sunlight colored the rocks and yellow leafed trees but it never reached down where I was. I longed for the touch of the warm sun rays. I questioned myself whether I should keep walking to the road the parking area was attached to, several times. Once I heard a car pass somewhere down the hill. I took off my cold wet boots and changed socks, tried to warm up and debated on getting into my sleeping bag or getting up and going to the road. But that question was answered for me when a white van drove up.

There were two men in the front seats who pulled onto the grass and got out. I struggled stiffly to my feet.

"Are you just coming or going?" The driver asked. I hadn't asked them their names, I wished I had as soon as they had left me.

"Actually, I have no idea." I told them. "I'm kind of missing my group. I got hurt yesterday and had tried to catch up this morning and took a wrong turn"

They looked at one another making a silent, psychic decision. They offered to help me, and I showed them my map, where a logical place for someone to find me from the group would be. "We have cars parked here" I said. "I can wait for them there, someone from my group will be sure to go there." It was the historic town site. Settled, they grabbed my gear and threw it into the van shoving hunting gear aside to make room. I climbed in beside my gear behind them, amid a cooler full of drinks and food, and guns all over the place. They turned the heat full blast, I guess my chattering teeth was loud enough to wake the dead. If you have a few hours to wait for your friends, we could go to lake of the clouds for some drinks and food" they offered. I laughed, "no thanks, they would hate me if they were searching for me and I was out having a good old time in town"

"Do you have enough food and water?"

"yes. Plenty" I said as the driver took us onto Victoria road and drove like a maniac. Every bump we'd hit we'd nearly hit the ceiling with our heads.

I asked them where they were from, they were locals and they plied me with questions about seeing any game, them asked if I had a gun, and if not, why not.

"She's probably one of those vegetarian types who's against hunting" the passenger said, a thinner, dark haired man with a hawk nose and sharp eyes.

"I've no problem with hunting" I told them. "I've wanted to learn to hunt for a while."

"Its us hunters who keep this place funded you know" he said. "Its us who care about this place. Still, you should carry a gun. There are bears"

"The bears are shy, they are hunted here" I told them, not worried about bears.

"That doesn't make a difference if you get between mom and her cub. In fact just last week sometime a hunter was in a tree stand, up went cub, mom climbed up after him and killed that guy."

In no time at all, the driver navigated us into territory I recognized, past a familiar clear cut. and to the town site where they grabbed my gear and propped it against the closed visitor center. The driver reached up into an apple tree and plucked an apple for himself, took a bite, proclaimed it pretty good and plucked a couple of them for me which I would of loved had I had a decent appetite. I offered gas money, which they declined, saying that they would hope others would do the same for them, and they took off. They had bird and rabbit to hunt and they had been eyeballing the clear cuts when we drove past.

I stretched out my wet gear on the wooden porch, where there were hundred of dead lady bugs scattered, and the sun beamed perfectly down on me and my stuff. It felt so good! I took a couple bites of apple and tried to eat some more food. I managed half a tortilla with some mustard spread on it. I was enjoying my warm spot and meager lunch when Prosecutor drove up with Dhutch as a passenger. Prosecutor had a grin on his face. I guess they were glad to have located me. We talked a few minutes, and he explained the change of plans for the night's camp. He talked me into being dropped off with him a mile from the nights camp. It's only a mile. An easy mile. Much better then staying at the shelter here. OK, I was convinced. I let him zip me away from my sunny spot. We met Mataharihiker at another road exit, picked her up and dropped her off at her car, perfect timing!

For the most part, the mile WAS easy, would of been a quick jaunt up a nicely graded hill for one with two nicely working legs. It started out flat, then wound its way up and around an oak covered hill. For the most part it was well blazed, though I did have some downed trees to climb over and hidden rocks to watch out for. By the time I made it to the top, Prosecutor had already set up his bivy and tarp in the best spot on the hill. I came into camp and he was ready to go back down for a beer run.

Alone, I set up my tent which took far too long, and threw my stuff in. I tried to rest, but the ground made my leg ache, so I stood and walked around instead. Mataharihiker soon joined me up on the hill and took her time "farting around" as she called it, putting up her hammock shelter. I watched her out of curiosity. Two hikers not related to our group came through camp and talked for a few minutes. They'd been out for 6 days, retirees that didn't have to worry about going to work the next day. Lucky bastards. Soon enough members of our own group began to show up. Mugsy was first. "Cockapooooooooo!" I called and he stampeded into camp ahead of his trail partner Chinmusic who was glad to see me and greeted me with a pretty good hug. I don't quite remember the order in which people showed up, but everyone was together perhaps for the first time this entire trip, in camp. Prosecutor started a fire, and it started to rain and get cold and windy. Though I wanted to hang out and socialize, to hear Randall's crazy story telling, the wind and damp and sitting on the ground was just too much for me. I went to my tent and listened from there for a while. I ate a snickers bar to warm up, and snuggled in for the night occasionally waking to loud laughter and roaring from something Randall was saying.

I spent way too much time in the horizontal, and got up early Monday morning. I packed up and skipped breakfast and got an early start after watching the sunrise from the hill and as soon as it was light enough to NOT get lost. I knew I would be slow and I cursed several times when I kept stepping into holes hidden by fallen leaves. Still, I must not of done so poorly as I was still the first to the car shortly followed by Chinmusic and Mugsy and everyone else except for Mataharihiker who likes to take her time in camp.

We said our good byes, packed up and squeezed into vehicles. It would be a long ride home, but it gave me plenty of time to reflect on this crazy trip.

Trip Report Part 2

Saturday Morning:

I got up before first light and began to pack up inside my tent as I had crap sprawled out everywhere in hopes to dry some things with no luck. I packed things wet. Outside the tent, others had already gotten up as early risers. The stars were out. It would prove to be a nice sunny day for us. I ate a granola bar for breakfast that REALLY sucked and that I will never buy that brand ever again in my life, finished packing up and hit the trail before anyone else. I stopped at a near by stream to pump water before continuing on. The trail this morning was very tricky to find. You would be on it one moment and not on it the next. Blazes were few and far between with lots of downed trees, broken marks, and lots of game trails criss crossing the hiking trail. I had to do a LOT of backtracking. The trail was not especially steep, but it was difficult footing none the less, that wore me out after a while. The footing was made more treacherous by all the leaves hiding things that wanted you to break an ankle and everything was slick. It was interesting the different things the trail took me through. Sometimes it went through these relatively flat areas where I could go into cruise mode, sometimes, there was lumpy ground, with large puddles to trudge through and lots of downed trees, other times it was strait up hills or down them, along ridges, and along rocky bluffs with views, where I ran into a couple members of our missing group, Hubcap and Chinmusic with his most awesome trail dog Mugsy. One place the trail turned into a very rocky section, and climbed over the bottom of what looked like a rock slide area. The rocks were loose and this is where I tweaked my right knee and fell pretty good. Here i had to sit a while to let the shock of that go away and to wrap my quickly swelling and bruised knee with an ace bandage. I took some pills, some pictures of the crime scene, and forced my way on. It was just shortly after this in a wooded semi flat area that I paused for a moment that a couple of our group caught up to me. Dhutch stopped for a smoke and I took the time to take my pack off and guzzle water. They hurried on and I started again soon after. More and more group members passed me up as I was going a snails pace now, it had to be less then a mile per hour it seemed like.
The trail returned to nice views, crossed a couple streams that I was hoping would be Gleason Falls where everyone had talked about stopping for lunch. No one was stopped there so I continued on until afternoon. Really dragging, I stopped to try to eat something and forced down some dried berries, a piece of cheese and part of a tortilla. It helped some, but I still was going a snails pace. I finally came to a bigger stream and saw most of the group there, either filtering water or exploring the side trail to the falls. I SO wanted to see the falls, I'd been looking forward to them all day but as I dropped my pack to filter water I knew I did not have it in me to use the extra energy it would take to walk up there and back with the way my knee was feeling. At this point I had quit having fun and I wanted only to get to camp. It couldn't be much farther NOW, I said to myself. A few more miles at best....
Those last few miles seemed like hundreds of miles. Hill after hill of poorly marked trail and backtracking. Everyone was way ahead again until I came down a steep hill and saw them crossing a road bellow to a clear cutting area. I called to them bellow and Randall answered, he was drawing an arrow in the road to direct everyone the right way through. I hurried down the slick hill falling only once to catch up to a few at a stream filtering at the bottom of the hill. I followed with then through the clear cut which nearly killed me as I could not bend my leg and climb over the trees very well. I held off cursing a lot, and just gritted my teeth as Jimmy waited for everyone to get through. This last part was what really did me in that day. I knew then I would likely not make it to camp as they all hurried ahead again. I kept lying to myself to keep me going. I'll stop at 4:30 and find a spot, I lied. I'll stop at 5. I'll stop at 5:30 unless I smell camp fire. It's just one more hill.... I could go no farther and it was getting close to sunset so I found a rare but tiny flat spot that was mossy and looked comfortable enough, sheltered from wind. As I pulled out my tent, I realized I was on solid rock under that cozy looking moss. A solid mass, that would hold no stake. I dragged my tent further back butting in between two trees where I could at least get a few stakes in. At this point I didn't care any more. I threw everything inside, changed into dry clothes, tried to eat but barely got anything down again and guzzled more water. It was almost dark when JimmySan showed up at my meager camp. He offered to carry my stuff for me to camp, to convince me to join the group telling me it was .9 trail miles according to his GPS over a stream and a couple hills. I just couldn't, besides, no body carries my gear but me. Could you imagine the grief I would get from Trail Talkers if I allowed anyone else to carry my gear? No way! So Jim went on his way after I told him I'd get off the trail in the morning with Mataharihiker and Dhutch and planned to get an early start to not keep them waiting for me.
It was a warm night, at least and I was comfortable so long as I kept my legs propped high on my pack all night. At one point I heard an animal scream, then coyotes yipping right outside the tent. Soon after some kind of bird started 'laughing' and sounded almost like a hysterical woman. The pills for the pain made me nauseous so about 4 am I had enough, packed up and set out to make it to the real camp.

Trip Report Part 1

Thursday night: I left work at 11 pm with my husband who drove me over an hour into Illinois to my friend Jim's house where I would surf his couch for the night.

Friday Morning: Woke up around 5:30 to get ready for the trip. We hoped to leave at 6 am as it is a long drive up through Wisconsin to the UP of Michigan. "Randall" was the first to arrive this morning, and then the late comer, "Hubcap', arrived 15 minutes after 6. We loaded our gear into the back of Jim's pickup in black bags to keep everything from getting wet. A good thing as it rained the entire drive up to the UP. Jim played Neil Young music on the radio the entire drive, and we had good conversation. We stopped 2 times for food. Randall wanted donuts and we all had a good laugh when we spotted a naughty novelties store that advertised videos, sex toys, and bakery goods. I don't have to mention the cream filled donut jokes the guys were making... We did not shop there, instead we went into a gas station and got some breakfast before hitting the road again. For lunch we stopped for fast food. Though I didn't eat much. I was actually kind of car sick on the ride up the entire time and would have to look strait ahead or close my eyes sometimes when I got too queasy. The fall colors in Wisconsin were amazing. Reds, golds, browns, dazzled us as we drove by despite the doom and gloom of the wet weather. By 4 we had reached the Old Victoria Historic Site that was our start for the trail. Randall, Hubcap and I tumbled out of the truck and pulled on rain gear and packs. I think I got soaked just doing that. Good thing I was especially anal about putting everything in water proof bags inside my backpack! That would prove to be a real lifesaver :). Jim left with the truck to go meet "Dhutch"at the other end of the trail and Randall and Hubcap decided between themselves who would stay and wait for them. I am a slow hiker and wanted to hurry on to camp so I let them volunteer. I could of sworn Randall had decided to stay, so I said I would go on ahead while the 2 of them seemed to be chatting. It was still raining and I didn't like standing still in it getting cold. It was much better to be moving in the rain. The blazes were well spaced and the trail easy to follow up the hill. Though the trail was sodden and wet, I was so far enjoying it. I saw Jim's pick-up zoom by through the trees where the road must of been and waved but he didn't see me.
I made my way to an old building that looked to be some old mining building that was pretty cool. I took my time playing around there taking pictures and trying to locate where the trail went from there, half expecting the guys to have caught up to me by then. Studying the placement of the blaze, I decided the trail went right through the doors of the building, and low and behold I stepped out the other side and it was there, though partially hidden. I walked down a curving hill around some more ruins, little more then part of a stone wall, and really had to start paying attention as the blazes seemed to either be missing or covered by lichen. I came to a gravel road and found the blazes again on the other side and it took me a short distance along a road and Vitoria town which was nothing but what looked like a few homes. I crossed another road and saw a painted blaze just down the road. I followed that not realizing that this was a forester's mark instead of the real blaze which happened to be ten feet away and the same color exactly. I should of known better. I followed these blue marks along the edge of a clear cut, scrambling over downed trees, branches, scrub and rubble. The terrain became steeper and steeper as it went back into the woods. I managed to half slide and climb up several steep hills, then with a wrong step slid down an impossibly steep ravine. Standing in almost knee deep rushing water at the bottom I had a real OH SHIT moment of panic, especially when I realized that steep side was too muddy and steep to climb out, and so was the other side. Almost sheer walls. The fact that I could of easily broken a leg did not escape me either. I considered my options. Calling for help, blowing my whistle. None of those would do me much good as I could see. The only way to get out would have to be by my own means. If I followed the stream down, it would likely take me to the big lake, if I followed up, I could maybe find a less steep way to climb out. This is what I did. I was soaked to the bone, and needed to move or end up freezing, so I scrambled through the water a short distance and began to use small trees to help climb out. At last!!! I climbed up onto a narrow ridge between that ravine and another and brought out my map and compass while I caught my breath to try and figure out where I had gone wrong. I followed that ridge back to the clear cut and cross-contryed over to the other side where I saw power lines, power lines that I knew parallelled Victoria road. Once I got to the road I followed it back down hill to where I had taken the wrong blaze and low and behold, 10 feet past the false blaze was the real blaze! Boy did I feel like a dope! From there I hurried along until I smelled the acrid smoke of a campfire just being lit and saw "Prosecutor" standing at the top of a hill. He waved and I waved back. CAMP!!
I was sure the others were there before me, but to my surprise, my party wasn't there yet. They MUST be lost too, I thought, kinda worried but sure they would find their way out like I did. I met "Cow Patty" and "Mataharihiker" and set up my tent. By then it had finally stopped raining and I could set up without worrying about getting my dry gear wet and the things I was wearing could dry out a bit. I enjoyed the amazing view, warmed by the fire, and had something to eat and drink as we related our day's experiences.
As it grew dark, Prosecutor went out to try to direct the others into camp. Matiharihiker set up a small lantern in a tree to guide people in but after a while still no one came. Prosecutor had gone all the way back to the road but found no one so he'd come back.
After a while, tired of being damp, I changed into dry clothes and snuggled to sleep in my bag. I woke up shortly after when I heard Jim's voice and Dhutche's voice. Boy was I glad to hear them! I left my warm cocoon-y goodness and went to visit them around the fire a moment, making sure they were OK. I was worried about them. Jim said he knew where everyone was camped, and that put me at ease. What a start!

I'm all packed....

My pack weight with food and water is 33 lbs. That's heavier then normal for me but with such variable weather, I did not want to go light with the shelter and clothes. My normal packed weight is 22-25 lbs. I leave tonight, to crash at my friends house on the couch whom I will ride share to the trail with. It should be wet, but a good old time!

Food, Planning for a trip.

Boy, if only gourmet meals like this above could be served on the trail. Just snap your fingers and wham, salad and sandwich on a platter appears, cold, fresh and yummy ready for the tummy. Unfortunately, unless you stick with hotels, restaurants and car-camping, such meals are just a dream in the middle of the wilderness. So what really do I take when I backpack? It really depends on the type of trip I suppose. Solo, I usually go without cooking, taking foods I can eat cold with little preparation. If I am going with a group, I do a bit of both and in winter, I always take food that can be cooked and hot drinks, for at least dinners, if not breakfast as well.

Here is a sample of how I plan for a 4 day (3 night) backpack trip.

1st day: breakfast at home, pack a lunch for on the road (sandwich, apple, water, bell pepper), dinner (in camp): 1 hot tea, 2 tortillas, 1 foil pack tuna, 2 mustard packets, 1 mayo packet, dried fruit.

2nd day: Breakfast Hot tea (2 tea bags + nalgean), 2 pb granola bars, 1 string cheese. Lunch: 1 tortilla, jerky or peperoni, mustard and mayo packets, dried fruit, 1 string cheese. Dinner: 1 hot tea, 1 foil chicken pack, 1 ramon noodle chicken flavor, 2 string cheese. Snacks: nuts, 1 snickers bar.

3rd day (most miles on this day): Breakfast: Drink mix/Gatorade in 1 nalgean, 2 pb granola bars, 2 string cheese, 1 red bull. Lunch: Tortilla, 2 string cheese, jerky or peperoni, snickers bar, dried fruit. Dinner: Freeze dried Teriyaki chicken and rice dinner, Hot tea (2 bags). Snacks: nuts, 1 snickers bar.

4th day: Breakfast: water or tea, 2 pb bars, 2 string cheese. Lunch: Tortilla, 1 string cheese, jerky or peperoni, mustard, dried fruit. Dinner: Pick up something yummy on the drive home. Snacks: nuts, snickers bar.

I know, its not exciting, but it's easy to pack, to cook (just boil water), and full of protein and calories which give you energy!

Poisons In Our Food, Poisions in Our Bodies.

So, I do all this walking and bike riding around town. I love it and feel like I get plenty of exercise as well as all the exercise I get while I am at work. So why am I still a pudge? To tell you the truth, I have always been a pudgy girl. Even as a babe. And I've always been fairly active. But my entire adult life I have hovered between 175-185 lbs, except for a brief time when I was down to 120, from a bad illness that caused my body to starve no matter what I ate. What a naughty pancreas I had! Bad pancreas, Bad! Of course, once everything was back working correctly, digesting food instead of internal organs, the weight popped right back where it wanted to be. Being 180 wouldn't be so bad if I were taller perhaps, but for a 5'1" gal, it is NOT OK. So since I have decided to document my walking, hiking, biking, etc on a public blog, why not attempt to change my life publicly as well? Who knows, maybe some adoring fan would be willing to share their success stories and tips.

For now, I think, I will start with a few simple things--And I don't mean counting calories. That's WAY too time consuming for me right now. I will however try to change what I eat. So gone will be the sodas--I love em, I drink diet, but it's still junk loaded with crap that just can't be good for a body. Gone will be anything that has anything on the ingredient list I can't pronounce. Gone will be vending machine crap. No more candy---well, perhaps I will indulge only when I am backpacking---No more chips, no more deep fried foods.

Add that I will strive to replace all this with more water and fat free milk, more fruit and veggies, more home cooking, more beans and grains.....

I am not a smoker. I see people smoking all the time and can only wonder why they keep smoking despite all the evidence that its bad for them, despite all the cancer, COPD, lung disease, and heart disease risks that are associated with such a nasty habit. I figure I better put my money where my mouth is. Being overweight has plenty of risks too. Is it worth risking my life on staying this way? Is it worth a smokers life (and that of those around them who must also breath in the smoke) to keep smoking? Is it that easy to change a habit as deeply ingrained as smoking...or what and how we eat? I guess I am going to find out!