I could not believe the number. But there it was, in black and white. The bathroom scale does not lie. It confirmed what I had suspected. I weighed more than I ever had in my life.
When I played high school basketball, I measured 6'2" and weighed 160 pounds. If I stood sideways, you couldn't see me. At that time I wished that I could put on some weight. Now, I found myself wondering how I was going to get some weight off!
So, late last summer, I began walking. Every day. One to three miles. I also changed my diet. Started counting calories. It wasn't as hard as I thought. And then, a wonderful thing happened - I began to lose weight.
I set a goal of losing 20 pounds. In eight months, I've actually lost 23 pounds. Not a drastic loss. But I feel better and I look better.
Now, I do my walking with our dog, Jake. He leads me on one to three mile walks. We're both pretty tired when finished. But its a "good kind of tired" if you know what I mean.
While looking at one of my journals this morning, I found something that I must have copied out of a magazine. Can't tell you where it came from or when it was written. But the comments about walking and exercise are pretty funny. So, without any further ado...
I joined a health club last year; spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently, you have to go there.
Walking can add minutes to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional five months in a care facility at an extra $5000 per month.
The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they'll say, "Well, she looks good, doesn't she?"
I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me.
Have a blessed day. You might even include a walk. It beats binge-watching Game of
Thrones. Let me tell you how the show ends...
Nah!
