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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.
Thoughts on
“Back when I was a Whippersnapper…“
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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)
5-6-7-8 Dancing My Way to a Healthy Me! 