March 7, 2015

It’s been over a week now that I have been making the effort to stop being old and fat. Old is just a number and state of being and I have always tried to combat that. Being fat has less to do with the passage of sun rises and sun sets, but more a matter of not doing what I needed to do to reign myself in, physically.

This less than attractive bracelet I now wear on my left wrist is helping me stay accountable to myself. Who knew investing a bit over a $100 would be such an invaluable aid? One would think paying for a gym membership would be enough stimuli, but I don’t carry the gym with me at the end of my left arm.

I have shed a few pounds, but the main change has been visiting the gym every day. Briskly walking on the tread mill for three miles is all I have done this first week, and I have to confess to missing one morning, but I think it’s forgivable. It’s a matter of setting a new routine to build on at this point and I am pleased with my effort.

I did take the “before” picture I mentioned in an earlier post. Eek gads, it will be an embarrassment to post it at some future point, but only when a less than embarrassing photo sets beside it, motivation to be sure.

Spring is only weeks away and I look forward to enjoying some hikes in the Ozarks. I purchased a camera for myself at Christmas and will bring it along. So although there won’t be photo’s of myself to elicit envy, the beautiful state in which I call home surely will.


March 1, 2015

As I woke this morning at 4 a.m., I could hear the rain falling outside. Since it’s only the first day of March, the prospect of it being a cold rain, if not freezing, rain became my first thought. There I lay, cozy under the covers. Then the mean voice started, “get up, you are going to do this! If you don’t get up now what is the point of living?” I promise that inner voice can be harsh, but she knows she has to be an extremist for me to pay attention.

Getting into shape, losing weight and toning up are all about living better, healthier, so in a sense her asking me what the point of living would be when I want to simply not get out of bed on a cold, rainy Sunday morning, is fair. It’s about discipline. The spoiled voice in my head says, “you’re 54, you’ve worked so hard all your life, sleep in on a Sunday morning, goodness sakes. Why push yourself so hard?”

Why? Because I’m tired of feeling old and fat.

Out of bed I got, walked the dogs, fed them and the cats. Let Billy the Cockatiel out of his cage. Washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth, got dressed, put on my running shoes and headed to the gym all before 5 a.m.

The gym was empty. Clearly there are folks getting to enjoy sleeping in.

I walked 3.25 miles on the treadmill with an incline of 8, average speed between 3.5 and 4.6, when I felt like adding a bit of a jog.

According to Fitbit I’ve already hit my goal for the day. Seems a bit disappointing at 7:30 a.m. to be done with my goal for physical activity for the day. The Fitbit and I are going to make some adjustments.

Breakfast was 2 hard boiled eggs and a couple spheres of mango. I’m also working on hydrating. I have always thought I drank a lot of water, but I haven’t drank what I should be. A habit to take up, maybe it’ll smooth out some wrinkles!

I’m going to take a picture of my fat self this morning, but that won’t be posted until I reach my goal of 105 lbs.

Welcome to March everyone!

Getting Back In Shape

It’s the last day of February, 2015. Tomorrow with the support of my new Fitbit Charge, I plan to lose 35 lbs. over the next few months.

This evening, on February 28, 2015 I am 5ft 4in tall and weigh 138 lbs.

It’s been well over a year since my last blog and my hope is that I will not only lose weight since I’m making my adventure public, but I’ll also get back to blogging. There may not be recipe’s posted, but you never know.

Tag along if you like… my morning starts at 4 a.m.,

Here we go!