The sun, that is. Last weekend I was freezing in my house and decided
to throw cleaning to the wind and just relax outside with a book, a
large hoody sweatshirt, and some thick wool socks.
I eventually warmed up and discarded both additional items of
clothing and decided to get some sun on my body. It has been about two
years since this bod has seen the light. Working has its drawbacks,
especially in offices with no windows. As I was planning on cleaning all
day, removing all traces of a shedding dog, and then showering, I had
not put on my usual dose of SPF facial moisturizer. The effects of this
were quadrupled as the night before I had decided to exfoliate.
I did get a bit of sun, but “kissed” was bypassed for steamrolled. I
went from reading my book and lounging outside with the dog directly
into a dog walk during which a neighbor mentioned I had gotten a bit of
sun. I was taken aback because I had not sweated once but that comment
probably meant I would be burnt; all my mistakes of the past few days
cascading through my brain.
My face did burn and so I have forgone my simple makeup and spot zit
cream for only my SPF facial moisturizer during the day (rather a waste
since the office has no windows, but the car does, after all) and a
regiment of either cocoa butter cream or a potentate combo of vitamin E,
A, and D cream. Well, the latter was potent before it dried up into a
nice thick cream. I only had one dry spot, and no pealing-yet, fingers
crossed.
Fast forward to this morning. The dog let me sleep in and I didn’t
stir until a little after 9 am. We went outside and enjoyed the morning
sun for a few minutes, debating whether I should have gone into work
today with the clouds closing in. My dog was silently bouncing around
and trying to pin me with those, it is potty time I need to go for a
walk, eyes. So I threw on some socks and sneakers and head out the door,
sans SPF. And sans sunglasses.
I tried to make my face into a blank mask and cast my eyes downward
to not unduly tan in some wrinkles. I mentally kicked myself for not
putting on the SPF this morning before I came downstairs. I still hadn’t
had my morning coffee. After the dog did his business he seemed to be
slowing down more than his usual. He will pull for exercise (my husband
runs with him) and to sniff everything in the world (a habit I do not
allow on our exercise walks) until it is time for him to go and then
leisurely stroll afterward. But this morning it was slow. I took a look
at him and his tongue was lolling out. 9 am is too hot for my dog to be
walking around. Poor guy.
I had been thinking of waking up earlier to get to the gym before
work. Since I am jonesing for activity I thought about adding in some
cardio on my in between weights days. I had thought about just doing the
couch to 5k program again on the treadmill I have at home, but the ones
at the gym are so much nicer, so much. And I was thinking of the
elliptical machines. We shall see. Unfortunately, the dog always wants
to walk about 5 pm, he is very punctual, which is a very hot point in
the day. I need to get him some booties to protect his feet and me some
more SPF facial moisturizer. Or just get used to wearing a baseball hat.