25thOctober
Just another Cliche’
That’s what it feels like.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop….
Waiting for my ship to come in…
Waiting for the dust to settle…
Yeah, it feels like I’ve been waiting to exhale.
How many times do we complain about waiting in line? Griping and whining about how we don’t have time for it? Don’t have time to wait. I’m tired of waiting. I have to get moving. I’ve waited long enough. How about some chiches about time?
Better late than never….
There’s no time like the present….
Time waits for no man…
I’ve been stalled on this diet thing forever. My life has been stalled forever. Not that I’m not busy. I’ve got lots of stuff to keep me busy but I’m just
running in place…
spinning my wheels…
running hard and getting nowhere…
I was sitting in the spa this morning thinking about going shopping today. Needing to pick up some dress pants that aren’t so tight. What’s that about? I have lots of dress pants. Lots of tight dress pants. I think it’s time to get off my butt and do something about that. Then I thought about going out to dinner with my friends this week. And a potluck luncheon at school. And, of course, Thanksgiving is right around the corner. In fact, the entire holiday season is right around the corner. I almost decided to wait until the new year to start getting back in shape. Wait a minute…that’s three months. Three more months of procrastination. Is that crazy or what?
So, I’m doing it. I’m starting right now. I’m planning on boiling some eggs to take to work next week. Fixing a nice dinner of Thai Beef and String Beans. With a salad. And I’m going upstairs and uncovering my treadmill. Again.
There’s no time like the present…
Better late than never…
Time waits for no man…
Rome wasn’t built in a day.
And my all time favorite. JUST DO IT.
10:30 a.m. update - Weighed myself, 186. (Cripes!!) Put on a horrible orange tank top, bright blue capris, a red sports bra and hot pink shoes. Gathered a few old friends to help me (Enrique Iglasias, Rob Thomas, Pink Floyd and the Blue Man Group) and headed upstairs. Moved the boxes of Christmas decorations to make a path, moved the rocking chair that went up there to make room for the sleeper sofa that went to Florida, moved six suitcases and three boxes of winter clothes and made it to the treadmill. Moved my aerobic steps and a box of books off my treadmill and walked for thirty minutes at a 2% incline and 3.0 mph. Not much, I know, but my calves were burning, my heart rate went up to 130 and I developed a light sheen of sweat on my brow. Oh, and a headache.
Thought about some realistic goals while I was walking. Decided that I want to be in the 170s by Thanksgiving. That should be easy enough if I keep at it. Only 6 pounds and a month to do it. I’m not going to deny myself the potluck, or dinner with the girls, or Thanksgiving dinner. Maybe I’ll be so motivated by the time those events get here that I won’t want to eat a bunch of junk but it doesn’t matter. It’s all about the day to day routine. I know if I do what I’m supposed to everyday, those random events won’t make much difference in the long run.
I went online and printed out some coupons for Oikos yogurt, threw out some flat iron steak to thaw for dinner, boiled a dozen eggs, and made a grocery list.
It’s really not that difficult. JUST DO IT.
3:30 update - Went shopping and got lots of healthy stuff. Came home and cleaned the bathroom and did a load of laundry. DIL dropped off DGD, Holly, and said she wants to divorce DS. Go for it, girl! Don’t know why they didn’t do it a long time ago. They haven’t lived together for more than two years. She has a boyfriend and he’s moved in with his girlfriend in Florida. Doesn’t sound like much of a marriage to me.
Now I need to get things prepped for dinner. Think I’ll post tonight’s dinner on My Favorite Recipes category. It’s really good and really healthy. It’s from The South Beach Diet cookbook so the focus is more on lowering carbs than calories but it still comes in fairly low at 340 calories a serving. Leaves plenty of room for a salad and light dessert.

susan says 25th October @ 9:00
“JUST DO IT.”
It’s what I mutter to myself as I tie my sneaker laces, get into a cold car when its dark out, try for just another five minutes on the elliptical. Short, but effective, “JUST DO IT” ~ sometimes its the only thing that cuts through the crap and gets me going.
Good for you, Miz. Patty.