Watched 'The Biggest Loser' last night and got inspired. Weighed myself this morning (no change in several weeks), have used the APP on my phone for keeping tabs on eating/calories and exercise as well. The funniest thing I did, though, was get on the treadmill. Gary's been diligent in doing a walking routine at night, not that he needs to lose weight, not at all (he's all muscle and wire), but he's trying to build his endurance. Since he quit smoking in favor of vaping, his breathing is much, much better. He's just taking care.
Anyway, he's doing the weight-loss workout---the lowest setting of all, since it's probably good for beginners and it moves at a pace you don't have to program into the machine. This morning I set up the treadmill to do the same, and ended up laughing my head off. In a 30 minute period of time, the speed picks up very quickly, the grade changes, the command to pick up the weights keeps coming up and my short little legs could NOT keep up. I told Gary I felt like if I picked up the weights, I'd fly off the back of the treadmill. It was going that fast. I had to hold on. Imagine a flag blowing in the breeze. That was me. I held onto the bars in front of me that measure your heart rate, and it was all I could do to keep up.
And the least one kept coming in the room to check up on me, shaking her head at me kicking the box of chicken feed that sits directly behind the treadmill. I'd walk some....smack...walk some more...smack.
After 12 minutes, I was done.
Must back it off some, or you'll see me whipping past your window.
