This morning as I crawled out of my warm nest of a bed, my muscles (not so) gently reminded me that I am ridiculously out of shape. Trevor and I spent a large chunk of our Saturday splitting and stacking firewood for the bitter cold winter that we expect to have down here on the Gulf coast.
Like my father before me, I have no issue with turning the air conditioner down as low as it will go in order to have a fire burning in the fireplace. I can't tell you how many Christmas mornings I spent riding my new bike or playing with my new toys in shorts and a t-shirt. But rest assured, there was a seasonal fire burning away inside! My husband does not share this sentiment, so fires in our home do not get lit until the outside temperature dips below 50.
(Just kidding, baby! You know I love you more than my luggage!)
Anyway, back to the original train of thought...what was it again? Oh yeah, we split and stacked firewood Saturday. Now don't get too impressed with a visual of me wielding an axe...we used a hydraulic splitter. (Thank the good Lord for technology!) Trevor heaved the logs up on to the platform and I operated the machine. It really satisfied my OCD tendencies to see the big logs neatly broken down into manageable pieces that we then stacked neatly in the wood rack.
It wasn't really the splitting that did me in, it was the stacking. The bending down, picking up and throwing the wood at the stack for Trevor to arrange neatly was not hard at the time, but I sure felt it Sunday morning! So, once again I am resolving to get in shape and lose this extra weight. Life has become ridiculous when a 35 year old woman can't do mildly strenuous work outside without feeling like a medium sized freight train hit her. And that's all I have to say about that!