90 Days Or Bust

This morning I woke up tired.  That’s nothing new, I do that pretty much every morning, but this morning I felt different about it.  I did so well with my weight loss efforts in 2011 but this year is nearly a quarter gone and I have nothing to show for it.  TODAY, I decided I needed to get back into the swing of things.  Back to basics, back to what works, back to dropping the extra pounds and gaining self-respect along with muscle tone.  I got on the scales and although I didn’t gain a lot of my weight back, I did gain 12 pounds of it back.  This is not acceptable to me.  The longer I hold on to this fat will be that much longer I’m unhealthy, so I started the X.

P90 X is BRUTAL!  I have done it in the past but without real commitment. This time I plan on focusing more of my energies on not just exercising, but also on proper nutrition.  I plan to BRING IT.  I honestly hate exercise though,  working out is a stone drag for me.  I’m gonna be brave and attempt two workouts each day.  I figure if it doesn’t kill me, it will definitely make me stronger.  Stronger is a good thing at my age.

I’ll do P90X lean in the mornings, and Esquire Series Aerobics (yeah, I said AEROBICS) in the evenings.  Tony Horton and Deborah Crocker are taskmasters!

I may add a third workout for afternoon if I can find something that’s light and if I can keep up the pace.  As a reward, I’m gonna give myself a dollar a pound, so by my goal date of  December 30th I should have 90 bucks to spend on something special for myself.

A picture Is Worth A Thousand Words…

It’s not so easy to move around if you’re weighed down by fat…

You Know the old saying?

“A picture is worth a thousand words”. Well here we go…

Cheers and here’s to Health.

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Wow, Really???

It’s a drag when your vehicle breaks down have to walk everywhere.  I enjoy walking, but shortcuts are great.   It’s after 9:30 pm, very cold and windy but the guy I’m married to, my daughter and I decide to walk from our apartment to the closest gas station to grab some munchies.   There are three ways to get there, the first being on the roadway, taking the sidewalk all the way.  The incline isn’t very steep but it’s too long to travel if you’re in a hurry (I was),  as it’s about 20 minutes (3700 feet) one way.  The second way is a well-worn path that shortens the trip by about 300 feet or so but it has a very steep, almost vertical hill.  I’ve seen 10-year-old kids have to stop to rest halfway up, so that was out of the question!  The last path saves about 700 feet but takes us through a newer residential section complete with cookie-cutter houses, dogs in the yard and 1.3 children per household.  This particular path, although not as worn,  happens to cut through an empty, undeveloped lot, with inhabited houses on both sides.  As my family and I approached the lot, a man who seemed to be in his mid to late 30’s stepped from his vehicle to ask  what we were doing.  I said hello and told him where we were heading, and that’s when he informed us that the empty lot was private property.  Fair enough.  I assumed since there was no house built there that no one owned it and I said as much.  He was kind enough not only to tell us that he owned it, but also the empty lot on the other side of his house as well! We had his permission to travel the path this time but never again after that.   Note to self ……I must pay closer attention so I don’t miss invisible “No Trespassing/Private Property” signs.

Rediscovery

Often life gets in the way of living. You end up blind to the obvious. Many thanks to Emily Dolenz for helping me see that sometimes, an old dog just needs a refresher course on a previously mastered trick.

When I was young, I used to write poetry.
It helped me see my world in a different light, but as days turned into years I became a girl interrupted. Those times are now past. I’m not the person I was long ago, but I can still write.

DARKNESS

I wake up in darkness.
I get dressed in darkness.
Prevented from fully accomplishing my goals.
When nightfall comes, my tears fall,
and I retire in darkness.

You can check out Emily’s work at http://www.emilydolenz.com