How do all those anonymous e-mail senders know that my home needs refinanced, my penis needs enlarged, I'm looking for cheap drugs and my bank account needs some attention? And why don't their e-mail addresses work? I'd love to chat with them about these various problems! NOT!
Is there any living creature better at offering unconditional love than a dog? I don't think so. This is my favorite photo of our Hershey, who we rescued in September, 2003. She is currently sitting as close to me as the exercise ball upon which I sit will allow her.
When will high-speed internet service make it out here to the Middle of Nowhere? I had to download six software updates yesterday. I started them yesterday at about 8 pm, and they still weren't finished at 7 this morning! My ISP has just announced digital phone service for cheap! for their customers who have broadband service. The only broadband around here is the one around my waistline.
Oh. You came here because this is a weight-loss-slash-knitting blog, didn't you? Okay. How in the world does Renée Zellweger manage to gain/lose/gain/lose weight the way she does? [See? It's still a random thought ... it's just a random thought about fatness!] I finally got around to watching Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason a couple days ago. I couldn't help thinking about how she looked in Chicago. Watching her scamper about in EoR, I thought how ungainly and uncomfortable she looked, and then compared that to what a muscular little waif she had been just two years earlier.
And of course that got me to thinking about me, because when I'm here with only myself to talk to most of the time, I'm who I think about. When I was thin – and I was, I really was, nine long years ago – I could move easily, run effortlessly, lift-move-push heavy objects without wondering if I was going to hurt myself. Getting old and fat is a bitch, there's no two ways about it.
Last night I was thinking about many of the things I read online yesterday, one of which was that those who have maintained a significant weight loss exercise an hour a day. When I lost weight nine years ago, I worked out two hours a day. So to lose, I have to step up the exercise. To maintain, I have to do pretty much what I'm doing now.
This is one of those duh moments, for those of you keeping score. [Added later, my "Quote of the Day" from ThinkExist: All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them. - Galileo
I want to be strong and fit and flexible. That's not going to happen unless I step up the activity. I have the food pretty much under control. But it appears that just eating less isn't enough. It's time for the next level.