Yes, 30 minutes. I'm out of shape, so we start in small increments.
And no Praline Pecan Parfait at Dairy Queen will entice me to gain 50 pounds in one year ever again.
I hope to have lost what I want to lose by March. I want to be able to get on the StairMaster with a full pack and pump it for at least four hours by March 1.
Everything is so positive right now. So peaceful. So calm.
Turning 62 was like sliding into homebase and not even feeling the slide. Standing up and dusting myself off and returning to the duggout as the crowds in the stands clapped and cheered. A big grin on my face. I made it. I lived to be 62. I was able to retire with health insurance. I'm in okay condition and soon to be better than average condition. And I am committed to working out and getting my body in as good shape as my mind thinks I already am.
Ever look in a mirror and do a double-take at the reflection? I look and say "who are you?" and "where's the body my mind thinks I have?" Well in four months, I'm gonna be there or as close as I can get.
For you doubters -- only time will tell. LOL.

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