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.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

FROZEN




I’m one of those people who focuses at work and forgets the rest of my life till I walk out the door. It has a downside.

It stormed here Tuesday and blew on Wednesday. Took me 2 or 3 tries to get in my drive. By Thursday, things calmed down and I was going to call Craig to plow … but I got busy at work and forgot. Consequently, it took another 2 or 3 tries to get in Thursday night.

By Friday, you’d think I’d have learned my lesson. Craig is 22, so I assume he’s not an early riser. I planned to call him mid-morning. Got to work. Got busy. Went to the gym. (Normally Friday is my night off, but I missed Tuesday and Wednesday.) Stopped by the grocery store, because we were out of dog food. (Going to the store when you haven’t had supper, but have walked a couple of miles on the treadmill is … bad … very bad.)

I didn’t think about my driveway again till close to 8, when I was 10 minutes from home. Oh well, I’d managed to get in the past 2 night. I could do it again, right? Wrong. The plow had been through and I couldn’t see exactly where my drive met the road. I rounded off the corner a little too much. So I said a few words and put it in reverse. It backed up a yard or 2 and stopped. Forward … inches. Backward … nothing.

Of course, I didn’t have the good sense to stop them. No, I had to spin my tires awhile. Finally, I decided to grab what I could (NOT the 40 pound bag of dog food), turn on my hazards (My left bumper was in the road a bit.) and head inside. Ate and changed clothes. A half hour later, the dogs and I headed back out. I dug and cussed, while several people slowed down to stare and then went on. After about a half hour, one of the gawkers stopped.
“Do you need some help, mam?”
“Oh, I was just an idiot. Lived here 30 years, but I turned too soon for the drive.”
“Well, that doesn’t mean you don’t need help.”

Sounds like a line out of a script, but it’s true. He hooked a chain to the back and pulled me out. I have no idea who he is. Since it was dark, I might not even recognize him in the daylight.

But I really appreciate it.

Anyway, I parked at the neighbors for the night. Their drive doesn’t drift shut. Saturday, I called Craig.

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