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.


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

FIXING my Weekends.



There are 2 places I’m going wrong on the weekends. The first I discussed on Monday – FOOD. Portions … selection … I was pretty far off all the way around.

The second place I was off track is exercise. In the beginning, going to the gym 3 times a week was enough … but then I weighed 270. Now, I have to do more, so I started walking on the weekends. My initial obstacle was I didn’t want to drive to the gym on my days off. Then it occurred to me. I have the beautiful outdoors waiting for me … well … right outside my door. I do walk a little slower, when I’m not on the treadmill; but better than I thought. I went 2 ½ miles in 40 to 45 minutes. I took some pictures, so I’m not exactly sure. A cold blowing rain or temps in the negative, may keep me indoors, but I’ll go when I can.

Sunday, a neighbor pulled up beside me on my walk. Told me a big footprint was seen about a mile from my house. The neighborhood thought it was a cougar. He suggested I quit walking.

Now, this is a great guy. Plows out my drive in the winter, just a terrific neighbor. If they find me dead on the back roads some weekend, well then, I should have listened to him. Still, I kept walking. It’s a late harvest this year, but the guys still have to hang around the elevators waiting to unload. They gossip … a lot. They think it’s “news,” but no, it’s gossip. It’s possible this really is a cougar. Maybe. Considering the deer population, it’s a very well fed cougar. Since it’s a cat, I assume it hunts at night. Anyway, I bring the pets in at night, so I guess we’ll be fine.

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