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I did it again! Almost too pooped to type but…
I friggin’ DID IT! — AGAIN!
You may recall that yesterday I was all a twitter about having done 45 minutes of exercise — also known as – domestic duties.
Today, mere moments ago, I DID IT AGAIN!
On my “to do” list (we will NOT discuss just how long it’s been there) is to “sort, shred, and file” as appropriate, years of accumulated paper, old bills, photos from dance events, score sheets from dance events, certificates from dance events, dvds and videos from dance events, more bills, more statements, more…
well you get the idea.
So… facing the inevitable and not finding ANYTHING else to distract me, I proverbially girded my loins (anyone know how to gird? — what is “girding” anyway?) but I digress…
I was ready. the moment had come to START… just START, finishing will be weeks away, but to START that particular project.
So, I put on a new podcast from my favorite DJ “Mr Andi Mik” and got to work…
I just reached a stopping point, and turned to pause the mix and was SHOCKED!
FABER-gasted!
Flum-FLUXED!
AGOG!
AGHAST (well I wasn’t really Aghast, but since agog and aghast have such a nice alliteration I thought I’d throw that one in just for fun)
Eeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy Way….
I was well and truly AMAZED-ed.
See I ur a colludge grad-u-ut! I knows some BIG wurds.
So… the timer on the pod cast read 3 minutes left, 58 minutes played.
FIFTY-EIGHT FRIGGIN MINUTES of…
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Let’s hear it for the boy! It’s a miracle!
I’m making progress..
I promise that this is going to be the shortest post I’ve ever made… My version of a “Tweet” LOL
I just realized something for the SECOND day in a row that needs to be shared.
Yesterday I did a bit of housework which a month ago would have left me gasping, and I did it with no problems. Sailed right through it as a matter of fact.
Woot! Yeeeeeeeee Haw! I actually tweeted about it and put it on my Facebook page.
Why I’m doing this post as well is because:
Just moments ago, I finished up 45 minutes of activity around the house concluding with rotating my mattress on my bed.
I will confess that the mattress did me in. I had to sit down and I was breathing heavy. BUT… when I went to update my activity log (more about that log in a future post) I saw that it had been 45 minutes from the last time stamp!
OMG!!! 45 FRIGGIN MINUTES!
Now it ain’t as if I had run a marathon or anything but we’re talking 45 minutes of non-stop activity
- making some phone calls
- sorting laundry
- spraying it with pre-wash
- pouring some enzyme cleaning drain-maintenance stuff into the drains in the bathroom
- pulling sheets off the bed
- stripping all the pillow cases
- spraying THAT with pre-wash
- finding the clean sheets and bringing them to the bedroom
- and then…. rotating the mattress
which pushed me over the proverbial edge. I needed to sit down.
So… I do believe a round of applause is in order!
All kidding aside, this “revelation” proves to me that the approach I’m taking this time is working, and will continue to work.
See ya on the dance floor!
(with clean sheets — LOL)
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Best Laid Plans . . .
Sometimes you have to make adjustments:
My game plan from Saturday, which somehow I thought was Sunday was:
Monday – Go to Braums to do some grocery shoping & do 1 basket of laundry
Tue – Go for a walk in the park.
Well, friends, neighbors and the odd cuzzin or two…
Plan “B”
Sunday – Realize it wasn’t Monday and go get groceries
Monday – Pretty much a rest day – a few od things around the house that didn’t qualify as “exercise”
Tuesday – Laundry – 3 loads, two baskets.
Tomorrow – Wed, another rest day.
Yes, I know. Sad, that regular mundane things count as exercise — Ooops! I meant to say: “the activity that shall not be named!”
BUT on the other hand….
I’m moving! Woot!
I’m challenging my body to build itself back up.
I’m not giving up. Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! (doing happy dance while typing which is in itself pretty phenomenal!
Woot!
See ya on the dance floor! (eventually)
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Exercise – Rest – Exercise
Yes, I used the “E” word… Eeeeeekkkk!
I know that I have declared publicly that I am NOT going to Exercise however, for this post I need to use the e-word for the sake of clarity.
To recap: “Exercise” is any activity which produces a physiological effect that causes your heart rate to increase for a set period of time and causes your respiratory system to speed up.
In “Plane Anglish” = IF your heart is racing and you are breathing heavy, then it is exercise.
So to “exercise” you do not have to “go to the gym” you just have to “do the laundry,” or “mow the yard” or” go get groceries” or enjoy a “walk in the park”
The key is . . .
That your heart rate has to speed up and your breathing has to increase long enough for your body to say “uhmmm wow, this dude is serious about this.”
Your body is lazy. It does not want to work. And face it, anything that gets your heart going and chest heaving is WORK!
The “work” may be climbing the stairs at a baseball park to enjoy a great afternoon watching the Cardinals, but climbing those stairs still counts as WORK even if it is in the pursuit of fun!
It may involve rolling around on the floor playing with a passel of puppies, but when you get up, if your heart has speeded up and your breath is starting to make noises like an old-time steam engine then that is work! Even if it is FUN work.
For those of us in truly abysmal shape . . .
. . . like “Moí”
Just getting up from my computer and sorting the laundry leaves me huffing and puffing and making sounds like the proverbial big bad wolf.
Sad, but true.
The POINT, friends, neighbors, dearest readers, and the odd cuzin or two… It does NOT MATTER WHAT YOU DO AS LONG AS YOU DO SOMETHING!
For those of us who are either starting for the first time or climbing back on the “exercise wagon” after falling off, well a little goes a looooooooooooooooooong way!
Rest after exercising . . .
What really goes on in your body when you start an exercise program.
Just so you know, this information that I’m telling you can be verified from numerous reputable sources, but I’m saving you a lot of time reading… grin …by providing a much more entertaining version of what’s going on… Read the rest of this entry
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This “Getting Fit and Healthy” thing is gonna kill me! (Part one of ???)
Right now… my body is saying “WTF?!!!”
My torso (lower back and abs) right now are having pretty much a full on “Angry Mob” kinda thing going on!!!!!
Brace yourself…
I’m going to bring you into my world…
eeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk slam
Ok, now that the strong among you have decided to not run shrieking from the room…. and those who headed for the exits have closed the door behind them….
Right now I am in pain. As in I’ve taken drugs and I’m icing it down kind of pain and I really really wish it would stop kind of pain.
My lower back and my lower abs are literally clenching and hurting and doing the whole spasm thing.. Earlier, I had to ask my room mate to help me get out of my chair (more on that in a bit)
Literally. I needed help to stand up and get of of a chair. I’m being dead serious here folks! I. Could. Not. Stand. Up!
And you know that when I’m being literal, with no added drama, then the actual real “facts on the ground” are pretty darned dramatic all by themselves!
I think that my new efforts toward health and fitness are creating an uproar in my body…!!!!!
The never ending dilemma of a blogger / writer…
The never ending question;
the quandary, the puzzle, the issue
that every blogger, indeed every writer, always faces is
“What should I include?”
In my case… I’m writing a blog about “health, fitness, and my personal pursuit of those goals”
which means that I HAVE to share SOME personal details with…
Uhmmm…. well, not to put too fine a point on it, … with YOU fine folks who are reading this
But how much should I share? Obviously I need to share enough in order for the readers to “follow the story” But how much is “enough” and how much is “too much” and what should never be mentioned?
It is a juggling act. And for the most part my “rule of thumb” is “would I tell this story among casual acquaintances?” Which is a pretty good rule of thumb to follow.
Now that at first glance doesn’t seem too bad or difficult. However, now I find myself in a place, where in order for the readers, like yourself, to “follow the story” I have to share bits and pieces which I would rather not share. Details which describe a “story” that thousands have experienced and thousands have blogged about and about which books have been written and careers have been made and talk show hosts have broadcast.
So what’s the big deal? Well, this is MY story. MY gory details! This is ME we are talking about. Details that are not flattering in any way.
[CUE THE FORBIDDING MUSIC]
5-6-7-8 Dancing My Way to a Healthy Me! 