Off Balance

It has been tricky for me to find time to blog with a change in my evenings.
I am off balance.

Well, that isn't anything new.
I have been told I'm 'a little off' most of my life.

But what I am trying to get at is that
Part of my imbalance is the time I take to exercise.
(Excuses) 

This is the start of my third week.
I think I already said that last week didn't I??
(Confusion-another side effect of exercise.)
But this really is the third week this time.

Guys, it doesn't seem like I am making much progress when my machine says,
"Workout Summary" 
Calories  27
Distance   1.21
What am I working so hard for??

Well, I continue because there is one machine that has a celebration for me each time I work out on it.
(Even if I am only on it for 2 minutes!)
It reads, 'Goal Accomplished!' when I am done.
Then there are flashing lights and sounds similar to the ones coming from a slot machine when you win.
I almost feel like I am in Vegas!

It makes a big deal out of a small deal.
I LOVE IT!
I am so happy I clap for myself in the end.
(Who cares if I only walked up 1 flight of stairs!
It is more than the 2 steps leading to my house!)
Depending how celebratory I feel I might even try a repeat performance.

Also, although I said I am not big on numbers,
(you can't believe everything I say),
I lost 2 1/2lbs.
You keep playing that funky music stair stepper.
It is working for me...


It always takes me awhile to adjust to a new schedule.
I will do my best to add something at least every few days.

Between winnings and confusion that could be a challenge.
A challenge I'm up to.

"Never eat more than you can lift."~ Miss Piggy

Pounds to Dollars - EXERCISE / WEIGHT UPDATE

I just wrote that to get your attention.
The part about $$$$.

I will not get money for losing weight.
That is unless I am Jared from Subway or Marie Osmond on Nutrisystem.
Or I might..., if I invent some new diet that works while I am brushing my dog!

My starting weight is 3,487 lbs.
My Goal: To lose between twenty and thirty pounds.

I do not usually worry about the numbers (I know that is not what I said about the doctor's scale...) as much as I worry about how I feel and look.
That way I am not obsessing over eating one Wheat Thin (who can do that?) (or pita chip for all you Trader Joe fans)  or worry about drinking water because it might look like I gained a pound when I step on the scale.
(Imagine what I'd weigh after therapy!  See April 9 post.)

Right now I do not like how I feel.

I do not like huffing and puffing after walking up the stairs to my house.
There are two of them.

Or needing a nap after flossing my teeth.

Or not being able to talk more than one and a half minutes on the cell phone because my arm is too weak to hold it up to my ear any longer.  (NO, I do not have a 'tooth' that goes into my ear!)

I also want to play 'Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes' without using a pointer.

This week I am starting my third week of exercising.


I am still getting sore in new places.


The other night when I was taking off my necklace, my arm pit hair hurt.
So I shaved them.  
That hurt even worse!
It was the stretching it took to get to those hard to reach places that was painful.

If you are a male and don't get it, try it.
Shave your arm pits.
Your hair will be back in 24 hours or so and you will be better able to relate to women.
(I am not sure what good that will do for you, just added it.)

I will keep you posted on my weight loss and my exercising and my pain acquisition.


"The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends."~ Author Unknown

Therapy, Exercise and The Dining Room Table

I just noticed the title.
It sounds like the beginning of a bad bar room joke.

But it isn't.  I know, you knew that.
It is just a wholesome update.

THERAPY UPDATE:
                                                           
                                                                My sister gave me this.
                           She had to walk around the elephant to hand it to me.
                                     

 

For me there is both! 

I could not bring myself to tell her that though.

Because I want to keep the cup!

But the truth is that I eat chocolate while I am at therapy.

Maybe that is another reason why I do not get to lie down on the white couch?!

(See last blog 'Therapy is not for...')

More on chocolate later.

It deserves it's own blog!

  

EXERCISE/WEIGHT UPDATE:                                                                                                                             

I have gone to that place- the gym or the club or the Silver Sneaker hang out, four of the last six days.

Two of those days I was not able to fit it into my schedule.

In spite of those missed days, trauma to my body has been done. 

Today I am feeling it.

My body is sore in places that I didn't even know had muscles.

Like between my teeth.

Maybe that is a good thing.

My mouth could be too sore to eat.

(NOTE: Most chocolate doesn't require chewing.)

FYI: For some odd reason the scale at the gym is broken on the same number that the scale at the doctors office is.

I will discuss pounds later.

Broken scales and pounds also deserve their own blog.

DINING ROOM TABLE UPDATE:

It is finished!

And already sold!

It is taking time for me to post the step- by- step process.

(I lost some of the pictures of the middle steps in cyber space.)

The Robinson family found them.

(The Robinson's are from an old movie 'Lost in Space')

As for the table, it already has it's own blog. 

                                                            
                                     Thank you for your patience as I get my acts together!

Weight. WAIT!!

I got on a scale today.
Why?
(That is what I asked too).


Because I went to a doctor appointment.
And you know how they want to get all personal with you.
They want you to take your clothes off
(So they can take your blood pressure),
Check your pulse and your temperature and your oil,
Then they want to know if you drink alcohol or smoke (I don't think they meant salmon) or a new one- do you drink caffeine?
(I said of course not, I just inject chocolate into my veins)
And as if that isn't enough they want to know how much you weigh.

How do I know?
I don't have a scale at home.
Well I do, but what would possess me to pull it out?
And then stand on it?
And then look down at the numbers?!


I figured I have been losing weight anyway.
Just the other day I bought some new pants and they were loose!
(Did I mention I can no longer fit into my 'old' pants and that the 'new' ones were a couple sizes bigger than I used to wear?)

So here is the truth.
(This is why I take trips so often.)
It is the hard truth.
I now weigh more than I ever have in my life!
Even more than when I was pregnant. (Five times pregnant!)

I'll be back.
I need to buy my one-way plane ticket to Denial.

OK. 
It was perfect timing.
To shock me into doing something.
I had just won a membership to a gym from a silent auction we had at work.

So I joined the health club today.
Tonight I went.
I cheered for Butler in the NCAA championship game while I exercised.
It is a big start for me and a big finish for them.
We both cried when it was over.


Goodnight.