Yesterday we walked both ways. Well, I walked, his hineyness pulled the wagon as far as the mailbox, then climbed in. Okay, fine. Left the wagon at school, walked over to have breakfast with Kathy, did some errands, and walked home. At 2:20 I left to go pick him up. My shoulders (mostly right, my main pulling arm) were a bit sore, but I'm out of shape, what could I expect? After hauling lardass home both shoulders ached, and the pain was spreading around to my pectoralis muscles. Yep, I pulled my boob muscles. Last night after the ibuprofen wore off, even deep breaths hurt.
I know what this pain is, it has happened before - after we moved, when Daniel was a baby, when Tori and Simon spent much time in a double stroller. I know it's just new exertion, and I know it will pass, but it hurts. As I lay there last night, trying to find a comfortable position I surveyed my situation. I'm too fat. I know that. Right now, being fat is making it hard to act/look/feel the way I want to. If I stay fat, maybe next time the pain in my chest won't be a pulled boob muscle.
So what to do? I'll keep walking, sure, that's a given, especially with the price of gas as high as it is. But I'll make Daniel walk too. I have to start eating better, because the disregard for nutrition, the crap I'm eating now, will kill me. It surely will. And after lying there last night pondering that thought, I think I might have actually got through this time. I was reaching for a croissant for breakfast and stopped. "This will kill me." Daniel wanted an apple for a snack, but I was after a peanut butter cookie. "This will kill me." I contemplated putting together a Tax Day cake, for Tanya, and it would have been a spectacle beyond comparison - baked in a bundt pan, with Swiss Roll logs and a meringue fire. But I just couldn't do it. "This will kill me." I didn't even finish the pot of coffee I made this morning. "This too will kill me." Perhaps I've scared myself straight? Maybe this time it will last.
Okay, thus ends the confessional portion of today's lesson. Now time for Show and Tell.
Warning: The following pictures are offensive and insensitive and awful for a hundred different reasons. (No, not the new Marilyn Monroe video. If I had a mill and a half it wouldn't have gone there.) I just found the irony of coming across these today a little too hard to resist sharing.
The ironic part of this post
6 comments:
I'm walking more, I miss it now if I don't...and tonight I start a new yoga class...baby steps will save us if we keep on keepin' on...Loved the photo link...too funny...and too true...
Try www.thedailyplate.com. It calculates the number of calories you need to eat, and has a database of food you can search. I log my calories every day, and if I walk, I can subtract those calories.
I'm 55 and I lost 30 pounds this way.
I love reading your blog, so I hope this works as a little bit of payback.
I can relate to the suicide vest made with sticks of butter. I weigh the most that I ever have. I have had many wake up calls. But I finally did go and re-join the fitness center that is run by the hospital that I work at. I am going to concentrate on the water aerobic classes for now. I just have too many joints that hurt to go all out on land right now. So I'm right there with you. Maybe this time next year we will both be thinner and healthier. Good luck!!
Oh dear, oh dear. I'm sorry about the pulled muscle. I'm sure your Tax Day Cake would have been magnificent, but in this case I'm happy to take the thought for the deed.
Good luck with the lifestyle change. The public service ads were wonderful, by the way.
I can understand the problems. I have managed to lose (and keep off) 20lbs in the last year. My method was to change one thing, either diet, exercise, or such, each month. I have given up potato chips (months ago, no longer really miss them) eat more chicken, walk treadmill (on bad weather days) or ride my bicycle (lovely park/dam site with wild life) in good weather days.
You're an extraordinary woman.
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