...but Jacque Keller had a weighted maul.
I figured if I got 40 whacks in, I would work my way up to more. I split a log using way more than 40 whacks, then 41, then I figured I better quit before I hurt myself...
...which I did. After painting a section of ceiling... just talking on the phone, I moved a wrong way and whacked my back... had to lie on the floor and stretch, sleep with a hot water bottle and take a pile of advil. All better a day later...
...so I'm ready to hit it again. maybe tomorrow. who knows. seems like there's always something to keep me moving. which is a good thing...
I'm looking forward to reporting in with some major arm muscles.. uh, maybe by springtime, which around here is about the Fourth of July...
Meanwhile, I'm still struggling with that old food issue. The one where I eat too much and a piece of bread equals 2 or 3 pounds on the scale.
Ongoing. Struggle. Hanging in there. Yada, yada.
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