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.


Friday, October 16, 2009

Big FAT Wishes on a FRIDAY Afternoon



I wish that being good on my diet for a day, it would undo all the bad that went before. INSTANT GRATIFICATION!


I wish people didn’t act like my age is a bad thing. Why would it be bad? I’m happy, healthy and alive. I don’t apologize for being here longer than someone else.


I wish there was a closet “ap” (not that I have an I-phone). I’d like to pull up what’s currently in my closet, so I can see if it goes with something in the store.

I wish that all this drinking water (it’s suppose to help me lose) didn’t make me pee so much. Radio stations have speakers in the john, so the jocks don’t lose track of time. Anyhow Rush Limbaugh plays here in the p.m. So every time I go, I have to listen to the idiot.

I wish it were 5:00 p.m.

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