Hitting the floor

I've been hating the carpet in my living room and dining room for some time. On top of that, Buddy really did a number on it when he'd go tearing through the rooms. My allergist told me years ago that I shouldn't have carpet, so I've mostly been staring at my carpet in loathing. I have made a few half-hearted attempts at pulling it up, but I was a little afraid of getting aggressive. I was afraid that the carpet was glued down the way it was in the porch. I was afraid there would be plywood or worse yet, linoleum underneath. So, when my brothers were here for Thanksgiving, I asked them to pull up a corner. And you can see from the picture above that we struck gold. Already last night, I started pulling up staples from the padding, and I'll probably work on the tack strip soon. I'm getting very anxious to see what these rooms will look like with the hard wood floors.

I also hope I have hit the floor with my dieting and weight. I've had a bad couple of weeks. I've been very achy since the weather turned cold. Going up stairs has been a special agony. I've only been comfortable under the heat of my electric blanket. I suspect that it's arthritis. So, not only has it taken a toll on my exercise, it's also brought me down emotionally, and I gave up there for awhile. But, I've made an appointment to see my doctor later this week. Hopefully, he'll give me a prescription to help the pain (I tried just about every product on the market and nothing has brought me any relief). Also, if my doctor thinks that I need to focus on low impact exercise, I'll get a membership at the Regional Wellness Center, and use the walking track and do some swimming. I really enjoy swimming. I just don't enjoy being seen in a swimming suit.

So, now I have plans for my floor and for my body. I hope I can accomplish both.