I did it. I went downstairs and exercised in my gym. I know, I know. I said that I was going to go yesterday but I took Hunter to the park and just didn’t want to in the afternoon so I didn’t. I don’t know why I resist going downstairs so much. It is actually very lovely down there and a pretty spot to work out. I did the recumbent bike for 20 minutes and walked on the treadmill for 15 minutes. I tried my elliptical but my knee was starting to be sore so I figured that I wouldn’t push it. I grabbed Hunter instead and walked him around the yard, again. His friends were here waiting for him (the neighbor dogs, Hank, Harley and Bailey). He had already walked once when I had gotten home but with Gilbert being gone, it is good to keep him entertained. Otherwise, he remembers that Gilbert should be home and sits at the front door barking, or goes into the guest bedroom, perks himself up on the bed and looks out to the driveway, barking and watching for Gilbert’s car to come down the driveway. Hunter likes to walk the premises and patrol the grounds for any unauthorized deer, rabbits, squirrels, birds or whatever he thinks he sees or smells. It takes me about 15 to 20 minutes to let him roam freely around while walking the parameters.
So, you ask, “How do I feel”? Like I have been tortured. The endorphins that everybody raves about are absolutely lacking with me. I get no “high” from exercise. The only good thing is that I crank up my music and enjoy my songs, while dying on the exercise equipment. I don’t think that I will ever fall in love with exercise. Let’s face it, I’m 43 with a body like mine so the whole exercise thing has never caught on. I view it from as a task that needs to be accomplished. Even if I don’t feel it, I know that it helps relieve stress and exercises the heart—both of which I need.
Hunter is mildly amused. He isn’t sure why I changed clothes, why I went downstairs, came up all hot and sweaty, walked him and then took a shower. The routine is most definitely off. I told him that soon this would become the normal routine. He just stared at me with his big brown eyes.
I ate a good salad for lunch but I was still pretty hungry today. I went to the cafeteria and really wanted some steak nachos. With the WW program, you can eat whatever you want and you get so many points each week to use however you would like so I decided to get them. I knew that I wasn’t going to eat all of them and had eaten a good 1/3 but not really 1/2 yet and I got full. I just threw them away. Well, then it happened. Those nachos grew in my stomach and I was beyond full. Yuck. I will not do that again. I am still full and it is almost 8 pm. After I worked out, I ate a small banana and had a glass of milk and called that dinner. I can’t even think about food right now so I haven’t prepared anything for breakfast. I will just do it tomorrow when I wake up.
So, how is it going? I would say that I am definitely still learning and tweaking the program. The on-line is good but I have a few suggestions for how to make it even better but I am sure WW doesn’t want to hear from me. I feel like I am in it for the long haul. Some days I will be stuffed, most days I hope not to be. I sure wished that all the weight would magically melt off now that I have deiced to diet!
This little cutie wants some tummy rubs so I will sign off for now…
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