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“If you feed them, they will come” – Me

Most of the blogs I follow lately, are about health. People log in how much exercise they do and for how long. Some of them read my blog and they might find it suspicious that I don’t post about me exercising and think I am forgetting it.

This is not the case, I am exercising however I’m not keeping track for now.
In the good old days, when life expectancy was 53 and a half, life was tough but people were eating healthy and exercising a lot. 

An healthy adult could eat 100,000 calories a day consisting mostly from beef or pig’s fat and they would disregard the lean meat and give it to the dogs. Fruit and vegetables were available for a very short time but nobody cared, as long as there was bacon on the table they were happy. To make sure they had enough fat in their diet, they would put butter on the bacon. The vegetarians were the one who would eat a small potato with the fatty meat.

They exercised a lot: running all over the place after some strayed calves, jumping on the back of a horse that didn’t want to be jumped on, sitting-up on the balcony rocking a chair, swimming in manure…

By now you might be wondering why are we getting a history lecture from the not-to-be-published-ever Richard’s history book?

Simple, my exercises are related to our current living arrangement and are more about what we need to do than what I want to do. Did you make the link with the history lecture? Those people were also living a difficult life and were doing everything they could just to keep breathing. I know I could have been more direct without going back hundreds of years but what would be the fun of that?

Our home in Canada is a summer home. Because the water pipes are not deep enough, there is no running water in winter. There is not even a ploughed road. We park at the front entrance of the campground where there are washrooms/showers opened year round.

A round trip to the entrance is about a quarter mile walk. Everything we need we have to carry in and carry out including water, food and their by-product; we are setup with water in jerry cans and dry toilet (for the lady). If I want a regular toilet, it’s a quarter mile walk. I do this several times every day because I also go there to brush my teeth.

Some people might think it’s a hardship (that explains why we are alone) but I love it. I also bring bags of corn with us. It’s over 50 pounds per bag but corn is so good… for our deer.

I also walk a lot on the park just for the exercise. The streets are reduced to snowmobile trail which are packed snow. I estimate I walk about 6 to 8,000 steps a day. It might not be 10,000 steps but it’s a good workout. If you have never walked in the snow (I am not pointing out anyone here Natalie:) ); it’s like walking on the beach, your feet do dig in the snow but that’s where the comparison ends, because it’s cold, slippery, you don’t have the open sea to look at and there are no women in bikini (ha ha ha couldn’t help myself with this sexist remark, but believe me I’ll pay the price, when my wife reads this she is going to give me “the look”, I might have to sleep with the deer. See the extent of my commitment to this blog)

Here some pictures of the place:

 

The home (shoveling might be required)

 View from the sofa

 The road to heaven (great place to walk)

 Early morning of weight training