Now you may know that I'm attempting to turn over a new leaf. Tired of the continual upward movement of my pant size, as well as the jeers and wisecracks from the kids, I decided to get healthy and loose weight.
News flash...it ain't as easy as it seems.
Surprisingly, the diet stuff is going OK. Then again, its only been a week and a half. But I'll except small victories where I can get them.
The thing that's really getting to me is the exercise. Here I thought is was supposed to make your more healthy, fit and flexible.
As I make my way through the Couchto5K plan, I am forcing myself to jog at least three times a week. I use the word jog loosely, because you really can't call it running. I am officially the slowest jogger on the planet. Why, even senior with walkers have been known to lap me.
But I keep plugging away. Who knows, with a little work I might actually make a 30 minute mile. OK, maybe I'm exaggerating just a bit. But seriously, 20 minutes is my goal.
What's worse than the pace is the pain. My back, my neck, my feet. So much for that increased flexibility.
There's also the laughter. My oh-so-encouraging family takes great pleasure in mocking my ohs and ouchs. They're having way to much fun with this.
But I keep plugging away. Why? Because I am that proverbial tortoise. I may be ungraceful and pokey, but I'm gonna win this race -- dammit -- if its the last thing I do.
Calm but Sore,