I went to Weight Watchers at 9:30 a.m. I was up a pound, which was fine. Tomorrow marks 12 years since my first Weight Watchers meeting in May 2005. I am 98 pounds lighter now than I was then. My progress has not been a consistent line of progress. Twice I reached my "goal weight", stopped going to the meetings, and gained back part of the weight. This third time I decided to keep going even after I hit my goal weight. It's like a weekly thing.
After Weight Watchers, I walked in a park in Plano called Hoblitzelle Park. I liked the walking path there. Sometimes these little unspectacular suburban parks hold my interest because they are quiet and little-visited.
I went to church at First UMC. I made the mistake of singing during the hymns though I have a scratchy throat. I erupted in coughing. A kind woman, who plays the piano during the hymns, got me a mint lifesaver and a Riccola cough drop. I thanked her at the time, buI t should have thanked her again after the service. After the service, one of the kind folks asked me if I was going to volunter for the upcoming annual "change the world" volunteer weekend. I was glad to be reminded that I need to sign up for that.
I went for my usual lunch at Taco Casa, where I often order three of their simple soft tacos. For the first time, the fast food place offered a nutrition information chart. I could calculate the Weight Watchers points, which were a bit higher than I thought they would be.
During the afternoon, I read another substantial passage in Hugh Howey's "Wool". I am over half done now, and enjoying this science fiction novel.
Late this afternoon, I aired up my bicycle tires and went for a ride. The Watters Branch Trail is great for me. It's a couple of suburban streets away, and it's off-road. I put my camera and my binoculars in a back pack. I rode for 77 minutes. The app I use to track such things tells me I rode for 7 miles at a breath-taking speed of 5.6 miles per hour. I really enjoyed the ride. I saw a dozen species of birds, including a little Carolina Wren who posed for a picture, the Western Kingbirds who nest annually in a bare-limbed tree, and a Black-Chinned Hummingbird.
I picked up some fish fillets and green beans at Chicken Express for dinner. Now we are settled in, watching "Call the Midwife".
(cross-posted to DW because life is silly)