A Matter of Heart

I almost had a heart attack shoveling snow this morning.

Well, actually I was bending over to put on my boots and there was simply too much girth to make that enjoyable. After lacing them up, I took a nap - power loading energy to go out and shovel the sidewalks. Shortness of breath is a gentle reminder that: a) someone has a pillow over your face, or b) maybe the midriff needs some attention.

Shoveling the snow wasn't all that bad. It was the nice heavy kind though - the type where you look out the window and see your elderly neighbor pitched head first into a drift and then call 911. I turned 45 last month - not elderly by any means, but definitely old enough to be concerned about ventricles and blockages and permanent disability.

As I puffed my way down the driveway, my dog Chauncey (you'll hear a lot about him!) watched from the window - toasty and snug behind the plate glass. I knew what he was thinking (we have a sort of telepathy): "I'd be glad to help you dad BUT I DON'T HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS!"

The Big Giver challenge came along right at the perfect time. I needed motivation to get healthy and the Family and Children First Council needs money. My losing weight and keeping services funded are both a struggle. It's easy to forget that the extra cookies add up, and it's easy to forget that we need to support FCFC's vital services.

Well, clearly I survived the snow shoveling. It actually felt good to get out and work a little. Now, however, I am going to grab another cup of coffee and spoon with Chauncey by the fireplace.