After 2 years of trying to eat right and walking on a treadmill I had lost over 40 pounds and still weighed 273. Somewhere in the back of my mind I must have said 'screw it' and from November to New Year's Day I gained more than 10 pounds.
While I have come to the realization that the only way I'll ever see 199 is after the terminal diagnosis, I've decided that I never want to see the dreaded 3's again. So I broke the tenets of my personal religion, THE CHURCH OF DO AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE THAT CAN'T BE DONE FROM THE COUCH, and in January I joined a Gym. After three weeks of strenuous workouts that included walking, jogging, and lifting weights, I gained a pound.
I realized that I needed interaction with a professional and Jillian and Bob don't live in Jersey, so I did a personal evaluation with a Yoga Instructor who told me I was fat, old and had the flexibility of a marble statue. This, of course, led me to write her a check for $475 for a 3 month membership to her studio. I am now in the third week of Yoga classes, my chakras are blocked, my ki is low and my butt hurts from sitting with my legs crossed. On the positive side, I can finish an entire hour now without tears, and the knee that I had surgery on 2 years ago has not fallen off.
The moral of my story is don't exchange that extra burger in your 20's for the mixed green salad of your 50's. Do it while you're young, it's a helluva lot harder now.
Also, my friend Stan said I need to bring more humor into this blog, he said I put him to sleep with the book reviews and the other crap. Hey, if you want real humor, come watch me do Yoga, but other than that **** you Killer, LOL.
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