"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity." ~ Gilda Radner

Sunday, January 11, 2009


At least that's what "Walk Away The Pounds" guru Leslie Sansone, bless her heart, has been telling me all week -- and in the wee hours of the morning, no less.

Yes, I have actually made good on my goal to exercise before work each morning so that my metabolism gets a good rev before I then plunk my ever-expanding arse in a chair for 10 hours at the office.

At first gasp for breath,  it seemed a bit of an exercise in futility. However, I do believe I have been more alert and have not tired quite as quickly since I began walking three miles an a.m. in my living room. Walking three miles an a.m. with an injured baby toe, I might add.

I've traded diet pop, breakfast pizza and peanut butter M&Ms -- all the things that make life worth getting up for -- for bottled water, Special K With Red Berries, and green grapes. And, I am happy to report, I've lost a whopping 3-4 pounds. So I suppose my early rising,  stuffing myself into my spandex exercise duds, and sweating profusely for 45 minutes has had its rewards.

It's certainly a start.

I must admit I am greatly inspired by the fact that two friends I saw at a 50th birthday party at the local bowling alley last night have dropped 30-40 pound since just this fall...they look FANTASTIC! Heather, Lori, kudos to you guys! 

That did not stop me, however, from enjoying my fave bowling alley fare -- a veggie cheese burger thru the garden (no onions) with a  dab of mayo on the side, no fries. Oh, and I had a piece of birthday cake. And a couple of Malibu Barbies (Malibu rum and Diet Pepsi).

(My friend, Rhonda, says Malibu Barbies taste like suntan lotion smells --  they are a bit coconutty) -- but I digress.)

Anyway, I foresee a long and happy exercise relationship with Ms. Sansone and her "Exercise Express" pals -- at least from now until the winter breaks and I can safely  hoof it three miles a day in the Great Iowa outdoors.

The perky (and borderline annoyingly so) Ms. Sansone is right, you know -- I hate to admit it, but it does feel good to sweat, to get that oxygen moving to the brain, to stretch what's left of my atrophying muscles...

And four, and three, and two, and one, and walk walk,walk, walk...


Anonymous said...

You got me beat by about 1 mile a day and 2 lbs. You are going to force me to make my hike on the treadmill 3 miles aren't you!! :-)

You keep up the good work and so will I and before you know it we'll be singing the sisters song like in White Christmas (and looking twice as good!!

Guess Who?

Mike said...

Ahhhh, it's the sweat I have been missing, not to mention my embarassment of having bragged about 2 miles a day. I have to tell you, however, that I cannot quite picture myself in spandex. You'll have to post a picture of that one so I can complete the image.

Your pool buddy,