Morning, all.
Bobbi, yep, you’re right on target, lady. I have no plans to go back to where I started (unless we’re talking high school and college; I was a twig, then, and wouldn’t mind having that old capacity to eat whatever I wanted and never gain an ounce!) But for now, I’m forging ahead, eating OP (which actually is beginning to feel like a lifetime commitment) and looking to lose this last bit of weight and then keep it off for good. I looked at a picture of myself taken with one of the little twinnies last Sunday, and there’s simply no denying that I am getting old(er). I can’t do much about that beyond accepting that it’s true. What I can control, though, is the shape I end up in, and I’d like to keep it healthy for as long as possible. This of course is a real challenge – just when I seem to have gotten my eating on an even keel, they come out with studies saying that you can LOSE weight when you’re….ahem…older, but you can’t MAINTAIN the loss without 60 minutes of exercise per day. This, as you can imagine, did not come as GOOD news to yours truly. Okay, yes, I’m going to get back to some bike riding once we have some consistently decent weather, but an hour a day, every day? Blah!
Oh Lord,
Freda, you’re right about Leslie and the walking tapes. She must have a million out there. I’v only ever used the one, of course, because it’s just one mile, and for me, that’s a super-dooper accomplishment. But
Bobbi’s right. The same one over and over does tend to get tedious.
PT, believe me, “taking the plunge again” was not done without considerable trepidation and gnashing of teeth on my part. There were several times when I was close to calling the plans off – not because of anything DH had done, but simply because I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up my “come and go as I please” lifestyle. Luckily, being married hasn’t interfered with that very much in the long run, so all is well. And, being with (this) DH is like living in a totally different world than the one I was in when married to the ex. All’s well that ends well.
Isabella,
you are too kind. NO, what I do every day certainly doesn’t add up to your levels of activity and exercise. I admire you, girlfriend. And I’m well aware of my own (self-imposed) limitations.
Good going,
Rosey!
Onward and downward,
Coralee.
Hope today’s a better day for you,
Georgia.
