Dog FOOD and Exercise

How would you feel if you carried around four 20-pound bags of dog food all day? DOG TIRED! 2 years ago, I used to weigh 80 pounds more and that’s how I felt. Run down. Exhausted.

Now I feel marvelous. Did I take a quick-fix pill or follow a fad diet? No, I just ate less and exercised more. That’s the only thing that really works.

Now that Beth is off to England, I’m getting back to business. I have 30 more pounds to go. It’s time to get busy.

I’m tweaking my exercise routine.

-- Monday and Wednesday, I’m on the treadmill.
-- Tuesday and Thursday, I take Pilate’s. It’s not as tough as last fall. I’m improving … slowly. When we’re on the mats, I can even touch my feet to the floor above my head. Not bad for 55.
-- Then (weather permitting), I’m walking 4 miles a day on Saturday and Sunday.
-- I get Fridays off. (I LOVE FRIDAYS!)

I want to push myself further on the treadmill.
First 5 minutes … 15% incline … 3.7 mph
Second 5 minutes … 15% incline … 3.8 mph
Third 5 minutes … 14% incline … 3.9 mph
Fourth 5 minutes … 14% incline … 4 mph
Fifth minutes … 13% incline … 4.1 mph
Last 5 minutes … 13% incline … 4.2 mph

Not bad for someone who used to be ready to die at 3 mph on the flat.


Thursday, August 20, 2009

Pat's Points: Observations on Life






The kids are back in college. Suddenly, I have a place to park my car and the wayward glasses have returned to the kitchen.




Never wash the car, when there's a crew working on your road.



Why buy an iron when you have a dryer and a wet sock?



Teach your children to play Tetras. It prepares them for college dorms.



It says something interesting about our country when the most profane word is the sex act. Songs, movies and novels are full of it. Advertising hints with enthusiasm. But we aren’t supposed to say it.



A good boss judges you by your work. A mediocre one judges you by his ego.



What idiot put Mother’s Day in May? It should be in August … on the first day of school.



Fat is profanity for the new millennium. It’s better to say “Fuck off,’ than “You’re fat.”



The only way that grilling is easier than using a stove is if your husband does it.



Think a circus can pack a lot of clowns in a little car? Watch your daughter pack up for college … or fill a closet.



Only a man would design a bathroom with a spacious area around the toilet and a narrow spot by the sink.



Big dogs are big cowards. Little dogs bark a good game.



Your tomboy has grown up when her nice tops out number her T-shirts.



When your children go back to college, they’ll miss the pets. They’ll miss the DVR. But they may not miss you. Your wallet, yes. You, not so much.

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