Monday morning report, and the last full week of summer.  I start next Tuesday at the High School in the East. 

I ran 4.2 miles on Saturday, burning 575 calories. I biked 4 miles on Saturday, over the catwalk.I did an hour of Yoga & biked 2 miles to the gym today.

Why am I so fat?

I know it’s the food, food, food…but seriously, dieting is just not fun anymore.  Heh.  I try to watch it, but after years, I mean years of dieting, I pretty much know what to do.  It’s a matter of actually doing it.  I’m 10 pounds over where I’d like to be.  Since Bass Lake, I haven’t taken a bit off of the body.  As my running partner likes to say, “Well, Linda, you ARE 15 years older than me.”

Which is like throwing a gauntlet down in front of me.  Usually.

I looked at my triceps today in the Yoga mirror.  Even without my glasses, I could see that they were a bit, um, wavy.  My body parts are rapidly descending down toward the floor.  My eyes are getting worse, needing glasses all the damned time.   I kept saying to myself, “Be Here Now, Be Here Now”, in an effort to breathe in and out.  It was tough.

You’d think I’d be depressed. 

I’m not.  Bring it on.  I’m 49 49 49 49 49.  This is what’s supposed to happen to your body as you age …(not the fat part, the other).  I’m not out of shape.  I am aging.  And it’s okay.


I’m off to the pool to swim laps, or to sit in the spa and drink a Diet Coke.

Either way, I’ll be doing what I want…it’s Summer, after all.

*All Summer Long lyrics, by Kid Rock*

3 thoughts on “*how we thought those days would never end*

  1. Ooooohhhh girl my parts are draggin on the floor next to me. And all the ones YOU DON’T want to drag :-X My body looks like it’s been around the block one too many times. YIKES! You’re not the only one 😉

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