A New Start

Looking back on the few weeks I worked on my weight, I noticed the depression building up in me. When I gave up smoking it took me a few tries to go cold turkey before I actually went cold turkey. I knew I could do it, I just hadn't yet. I think that's how it works sometimes. You want something to happen but you have yet to resolve for it to happen. Your determination isn't complete yet.

I felt more and more depressed about my lack of weight loss, its true, and the more I read up on the effects that swimming has in particular (for toning but not for weight loss), which has always been the one exercise I could do okay at, the more own I felt unhappy. It's astounding how easy it is to fall off a wagon you don't think you can stay on.

There is a significant problem about exercise. Good exercise makes you sweat, but as we have learnt, it also makes you hungry, hence you need good diet too. The problem I have is that I find my muscles tighten up and cramp up before I get sweating. My lungs squeeze and suck an increasingly audible and some what painful levels. My knees cramp up and my back stabs me in the back. I want a solution, but I can only presume the little and often idea holds firm.

In my readings walking is said to be the best thing, a brisk walk preferably. I'm not walking up my hill briskly,perhaps I'll have a think about brisk walking.

Anyhow so I am back on the weight loss trail. I'm starting again, and this is therefore week 1, again. I know this entry is short for me, but I am still not happy I fell off the wagon and into a chocolate haze, but I'm okay now, lol, it wasn't that bad, but there was chocolate and mayonnaise and too much of stuff.

Finally I just want to say as I was walking up my hill in one direction, a lady her daughter and their tiny dog were walking up the other way. I saw them climbing the steep slopes. Her daughter was about 7 and clearly totally knackered on the way up. I could hear her petulantly saying "How much further is it mummy!". Her face was red and her breathing as hard as mine, and yet on the way down I saw them ahead of me, and she was literally running down the hill.

I don't know where the energy comes from. I wonder if she simply forgets how hard it was to climb, her body has forgotten how tired it is. Maybe this is the trick of clearing your mind completely. Whatever the reason I lamented the innocence of youth, and their abundant energy. Nothing is too far, or too long. You have to love them.

Being Good :

Walked up my hill today. First time since I snapped my Achilles. No problems with the foot now. I noticed the muscle above my right butt cheek hurt like hell on the way up, but not so bad once I rested at the top, and not so much as I went round the hill and down.

I played a few lanes of bowling on Monday, my right leg has been causing me problems all week, it just feels completely weak, but it can't be so bad. I made it up the hill after all.

Being Bad :

A New Start means I'm not going to dwell on it. Next week will be another story.