Author Archives: Tony New (TxCowboyDancer)
Tony’s Take on: Slim Fast vs High Protein Slim Fast
Problem: Which Meal Replacement Shake Should I Use?
Ok, fair warning, this ain’tcha ordinary review…
I wouldn’t be, uhmmm, well, uhmmm, “moi” if I did a plain ordinary review!
And why should I anyway? “Ordinary” is just so.. “Plain!”
One should always strive to be FAB-u-LUS even when reviewing meal replacement shakes.
So……… Welcome to Tony’s Brain – doing a review — Brace yourself, it’s a very strange place!
Regular readers, keep reading and enjoy the silliness that you’ve come to expect from me.
You folks who found me via a Google search and are expecting a “normal review” well dearest visitors, you have a choice…
You can do what my regular readers are doing, which is grabbing their morning coffee or a snack to tide them over for a bit while they sit back and have a few laughs reading my post…
OR
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Trauma, Drama, and challenges this week… …wish me success!
Morning Trauma
I can’t find my Omron Pedometer. It is gone. And I’ve gotten used to wearing it every day.
In fact is now part of my “morning routine” to put it on. Which is a problem. What I’m doing in this “Journey to Health & Fitness” is one, by one, setting up good habits, rituals, routines, replacing old patterns of behavior with new, better ones.
And to do that requires repetition. Lots of repetition. And until the “new” becomes “habit” and the “habit” becomes ironclad rock solid do-it-without-thinking-about-what-you-are-doing type behavior, any deviation can be deadly and devastating.
And it bugs me. A lot. — I’m actually AMAZED at how much it is bugging me. I’ve rouned up all the usual suspects and put them in the line-up: under the edge of the bed, under the edge of the desk, under the edge of the kitchen cabinets, inside the pocket(s) of the clothes I wore yesterday.
I’ve even canvased the neighborhood (literally) — I went out on my balcony and the bridge that crosses the court yard and looked at the sidewalk and the stairs to see if I could see it lying there.
In a bit I’ll put on shoes and go look in my truck to see if it fell out of my pocket yesterday when I went on an errand. And I’ll check the laundry room to see if it fell out there while I was doing clothes.
BUT IT bugs the crap out me that I am not wearing it!
Recording that little number into the spreadsheet each morning from the day before was an act of validation. It is/was actual numerical quantifiable proof that I was indeed MOVING my body!
siiiiiiiggggghhhh
I hope I find it. I don’t want to have to buy a new one. Buying a new one isn’t in the budget.
Doctor Drama
A Scrapbook of Skinny and Not-so-Skinny Photos…
No, Virginia, I wasn’t always a “big guy”
I became a big guy because as the years have passed, I did not use my body as much as I used to do when I was younger.
I used to be fit. Now I’m not. So as a result of not being fit, I am fat and I am not healthy.
Some people are blessed with awesome genes like my friend Ragen Chastain who is incredibly fit, an amazing dancer, a marathon runner, a blogger and a spokesperson for the H.A.E.S. movement (Health at Every Size)
She is out on the end of the spectrum where “fit and fat” live happily in the same body.
I, alas, do not share that quality. On me, as it is with many people, the extra pounds are a visible symptom of being out of shape and unhealthy.
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