I walked through the old downtown portion of Pocatello on Saturday; all along the big faded neon signs, and old fashioned glass store fronts.
There was a kitchen appliance store selling Maytag refrigerators and dishwashers that were displayed prominently up front in the large windows by the sidewalk, much as I imagine they were all throughout the country 50 years ago as the housewife of that era looked into the window of those stores imagining themselves buying those appliances and thus becoming the proud owner of the "kitchen of tomorrow...today."
I eventually made my way to the "end" of the town where the old brick buildings and false store fronts stop, and then walked by the small, art deco greyhound station on my way to the railroad yard.
I walked through the yard, stopping to watch a train pass a few times (thinking of the John Galt line), and eventually made my way to the other side where I continued my walk.
In another 15 minutes or so I completed my walk. I had gone 2 miles in an hour; woohoo!
What a lovely walk for a Saturday afternoon, and what an accomplishment for a 607 lb man; I am awfully proud of that.
Though, to be fair, I did drive across town this morning and pay my weekly visit to the retirement home where I use the scale, and as it turns out, though I was 607 lbs when I weighed last week, I probably wasn't that much by Saturday. When I weighed this morning I learned that I lost 15 pounds last week.
I feel so grateful for the position I'm in to be able to heal and continue towards health, as well as for the help and support from so many in my life, personal and in the blogging community.
Ahhhhh, it does feel nice, I must say.
Here's to a wonderful week full of great choices for us all.