Help - I need my security blanket!
Today's Fatslaying Workout
46 minutes bouncing (to Green Day)
Today's Weight 209.5lbs (still TOM)
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You'd have thought that since I'm a mature woman of 40, I'd have learned the simple lesson that if I get sand in my shoes, I should stop and take it out, rather than power-walk for 65 minutes ignoring the discomfort and pain, only to end up with a blister the size of Brazil on the ball of each foot. Doh!
Working a mere ten minutes walk from the ocean has it's advantages - such as lovely lunchtime walking territory - but sand is a bugger on tender-footed folks like me. Yesterday's walk left me hobbling around for the rest of the day, and made bouncing this evening a challenge to say the least. Serves me right for being so bloody stupid, I suppose!
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One thing this "journey" has taught me about myself is that I like my routines. I'd like to think of myself as a free-spirited, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda gal, but sadly it's just not true. I feel most comfortable when I'm in control - when I have my exercise planned (type and time slot), when I know exactly what I'm having for dinner (and breakfast, lunch and snacks) etc. etc. With my routines in place, a healthy lifestyle is a breeze. Any minor alteration to the routine, though, and all bets are off.
Crazy as this sounds, I'm already getting anxious about a Girls' Night-Out next Friday. It's a belated birthday bash, so I can hardly get out of my own celebration, but we're going for an Indian, followed by a drinking session, and I'm already worrying about the damage to my diet, my wallet and my liver. I know this is supposed to be a 'lifestyle change' rather than a diet, but my routines are like a security blanket - a night bereft of exercise, salad and water is my idea of a nigthmare at the moment. Now how sad is that...?
46 minutes bouncing (to Green Day)
Today's Weight 209.5lbs (still TOM)
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You'd have thought that since I'm a mature woman of 40, I'd have learned the simple lesson that if I get sand in my shoes, I should stop and take it out, rather than power-walk for 65 minutes ignoring the discomfort and pain, only to end up with a blister the size of Brazil on the ball of each foot. Doh!
Working a mere ten minutes walk from the ocean has it's advantages - such as lovely lunchtime walking territory - but sand is a bugger on tender-footed folks like me. Yesterday's walk left me hobbling around for the rest of the day, and made bouncing this evening a challenge to say the least. Serves me right for being so bloody stupid, I suppose!
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One thing this "journey" has taught me about myself is that I like my routines. I'd like to think of myself as a free-spirited, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda gal, but sadly it's just not true. I feel most comfortable when I'm in control - when I have my exercise planned (type and time slot), when I know exactly what I'm having for dinner (and breakfast, lunch and snacks) etc. etc. With my routines in place, a healthy lifestyle is a breeze. Any minor alteration to the routine, though, and all bets are off.
Crazy as this sounds, I'm already getting anxious about a Girls' Night-Out next Friday. It's a belated birthday bash, so I can hardly get out of my own celebration, but we're going for an Indian, followed by a drinking session, and I'm already worrying about the damage to my diet, my wallet and my liver. I know this is supposed to be a 'lifestyle change' rather than a diet, but my routines are like a security blanket - a night bereft of exercise, salad and water is my idea of a nigthmare at the moment. Now how sad is that...?
