I Count. Do You?

 Let me explain!  

I count my medications while I'm distributing them into their seven compartments as I reload for the week. I don't count out loud,  but I'm silently counting 1,2,3...7.  When I became aware of the situation, I also began to realize I couldn't not do it.  So I decided to mix it up, sometimes counting 1 thru 4 then 1 thru 3, or reversing it 1-3 then 1- 4, or other combinations that lead to 7. You get the idea. 

I was doing fine loading my morning meds, then my evening meds, and even my vitamins using that technique.  Then one of my doctors prescribed a medication to be taken three-at-a-time every morning! When it's their turn to be loaded, I count by threes to twenty-one—no fancy stuff.  The counting doesn't end there.

There are eleven steps on our stairway to the basement—twelve if I count the landing at either end.  it goes without saying that I count reps and sets during my workouts.  When I’m on my rowing machine, turns out I count every stroke up to ten. So far I’m NOT counting how many or those are in a twenty minute row.

  

The bananas we buy yield 8 to 12 slices in my cereal. Apples give me 10 wedges regardless of size (I use a corer/slicer) As I unloaded a case of wine this morning and shelved it in our wine rack, I became aware of counting each of the dozen bottles as I put them in our wine rack.  I'm not aware (yet) of counting anything else food-wise.

I think that’s more than enough on that subject. I will end this with a phrase borrowed from the young man Carol tutors every week. He closes almost every essay with, “As you can see…” I count!

Until next time,

Namaste