Another fairly quiet day – and I’m still debating which way to go with my treadmilling! This morning a wrong number on Julian’s mobile woke us up a quarter of an hour before the alarm was due to go off, so we got up anyway, as what’s the point of trying to go back to sleep when you have to get up in another (by then!) ten minutes! The night before, after much discussion, we (jointly) agreed that 3 kilometers should be the goal per day, and that if I could do it in one foul swoop, then I wouldn’t have to split my day in half by doing another walk either before or after lunch. That decision was arrived at after I’d somehow managed to walk three kilometers in 45 minutes! This morning, I did do the three kilometers – Julian went off for his walk outside, and I went off to do mine on the treadmill – both of us reckoning on about a 45 minute walk. Julian returned, presumably after 45 minutes – but I was still going! I had about another three-quarters of a kilometer still to go… By the time I finished, it had taken me 55 minutes, not 45! I guess I must have misread the timer display yesterday or something, because I didn’t do anything differently today, like walking any faster, or any slower, and I hit the “slow down” button as soon as the “distance traveled” display cranked over to “3 kilometers”. Although it’s only ten minutes longer, it’s just a bit too long, when you consider that when I finish walking I have to go and brush my teeth, wash my glasses, and get dressed (yes folks, Winter treadmills in her underwear!) adding about another 15 minutes to the amount of time before we can have breakfast and start our day. So even if we get up at 7.00 am rather than 7.30 am (which we don’t want to do, being the lazy sods that we are!) it still means that we don’t get started in the morning until after 8.30 – because we don’t just wake up, jump out of bed, and start walking! So if walking three kilometers takes too long, that means I’m going to have to split it up – which I do not want to do! Having done my walking this morning, you have no idea how nice it was, not to have to eat my lunch with one eye on the time, because I had to hurry of and do my second “walkies”! Unless I misread the timer a second time, walking for thirty minutes gives me 1.70 kilometers (or was it 1.07 kilometers? I can’t remember now! I think it was 1.70 kilometers…) so I suppose I could do two thirty minute walks – but as I said, I don’t want to do that! And besides, if I did misread the distance, and it was only 1.07 kilometers, then two thirty minute walks isn’t going to be enough, because that will only produce 2.14 kilometers. Why do I get the eerie feeling that I’m walking, and talking, in circles here! So, I’m back at square one! If anyone out there in Reader-Land has any polite suggestions, I’m all ears! (er… I suppose I really should have written “I’m all eyes”! 😉 )
So, after my marathon walk this morning, and because my favourite eldest daughter will be over here tomorrow, and not today, I settled in for a bit of serious WoWing! I did end up re-rolling Medüsa – and changing her name as well – because “Medüsa” didn’t really seem an appropriate name for a Human. Yes, a Human – I tried out the Dwarf Hunter, and it was just “wrong”, Gnomes, as I said last night, can’t be Hunters, I definitely didn’t want another Night Elf Hunter, and I won’t play a Worgen or a Pandaren – so Human it had to be – and her name is Tethys. So after I’d re-rolled “Medüsa” into “Tethys”, I went and took Akåsha out for a spin. I don’t mind the Human starting area (they’re all far too easy, anyway!) It wasn’t long before I got her to level 11 (in the “good old days”, before all the quests were made ridiculously easy, I thought I was pretty damn good if I could get to level 10 and Tame myself a Pet in a day!) Now, of course, Hunters start out with a Pet, and everyone automatically gets the three most important Flight Points of their starting area! 😀 I can just hear myself! (*cough* in my very best Glaswegian accent) “When I was a gel, we had to get all our own Flight Points! OH yes! And we had to make the run from Ironforge to Menethal Harbour being chased – and killed! – by the Black Orcs, for nearly the whole way!” Ah, nostalgia! 🙂 But honestly, it was a lot more fun when you had to really work to survive!
So, as I was saying, I got to level 11 very quickly, and had a quest to go to Loch Modan – a fair way north of Ironforge, the Dwarven capital – to deliver a package. Being a Human, my “default” Pet was a wolf, and I couldn’t wait to get to level 10 to get rid of it! He, she, or it, was forever sitting down to scratch – it even made me feel itchy, just watching it! So there I was, level 11 and now able to Tame a Pet of my own choosing, in Loch Modan. I remembered that years ago I’d go up into the hills where there was a level 11 Tamable white Bear “Silver Special”, called (of all things!) “Mangeclaw”! Apparently he still exists, but they’ve moved him from where one used to be able to find him – so I went off looking for him – Bears make excellent Hunter Pets, but… although I went to the correct co-ordinates for where he’s now supposed to be, I couldn’t find him. However one thing that all this exploring did do for me was to bump my level up – I was now over level 12, but not quite level 13. Dishu (the spotted orange cat that I often try to Tame) is level 13, so I figured that by the time I got to the Northern Barrens and found her, the chances were extremely good that I’d be level 13 too, and so would be able to Tame Dishu. Long story short, I did, and I did. Mission accomplished, so I Hearthed back to Stormwind, dusted down, and Quit out of WoW for the rest of the afternoon.
Food thingz: I had another really tasty lunch today – 2 Ryvita crispbreads with low-fat cottage cheese, some quinoa tabouli salad, with some sliced, left-over herbed chicken on one, and some sliced sandwich ham on the other. Yummy! 🙂 Tonight we’re having pork – what sort, I’m not sure, and I don’t know how Julian plans to cook it, but I do know that it will be delicious! 🙂 When he went out to do a bit of shopping today, he got all the ingredients to make the Persian-Style Lamb Pilaf recipe which I found in the “Delicious” magazine. It sounds very nice, though it does call for an enormous amount of cinnamon! I’ll let you all know what it was like after dinner tomorrow night! 🙂
Weigh-in this morning. Was quite astonishing! I went down another two points! From 64.3kg to 64.1kg! I’m not complaining! I’m not complaining! 🙂 I’m just… mystified! I do so hope that I can continue to stay down around this weight – though we had an uncomfortable and hideous “wake-up” call this afternoon! Julian, as I’d said earlier, had gone out to do a bit of shopping. He rang me with a query about the recipe for tomorrow night, and we sorted that out, and then… he rang me from the supermarket again less than ten minutes later – he sounded as though he was in shock, and in a weak and quavering voice he said: “They’ve… got… Hot Cross Buns out!” I told him, as gently as I could, that all supermarkets would be putting their chocolate eggs, their Easter promotional items… and the Hot Cross Buns out from now on until after Easter, when they would start putting out the Christmas cakes, and the Christmas promotional items. Indeed, it’s very sad, but equally very true, that even the most sacred and solemn religious events have been hi-jacked for the sole purpose of making money from the masses of “believers”! If the big corporations think that they might be able to con a bit more money out of the credulous public, then they’ll do so, with all the Good Will and Best Wishes that they can bestow! So, peoples, buy your Hot Cross Buns now, and put them in your freezer for Easter! Heaven forbid that the shops might sell out of them early, and you had to miss out! (I wish there was a “smiley” for rolling one’s eyes!)
So anyway, that was my day – full of WoW, and a few somewhat jaded and cynical musings on the “true commercial value” of Christmas and Easter… and really, that’s about it from me for this evening! 🙂 Do call in again tomorrow evening, and find out what my favourite eldest daughter and I watched during her visit, and whether or not my weight has been mean to me and shot up like Jack’s Beanstalk, all the way into the clouds and the giant’s castle! 😉 Until tomorrow night though, please bee good, remember that in life, you always get what you ask for – but it rarely comes in the package you think it’s supposed to come in… and don’t forget to stay warm – or cool – depending on Melbourne’s fickle weather, to drive carefully, and to look after yourselves… but above all, don’t forget to stay safe! 🙂 ciao, all! 🙂
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