Here's the situation:
I weigh way too much. I need to lose about a lot of weight, although I could be happy with less. Hey, with what's packed away in the basement, I could have a great new wardrobe if I lost a mere (ha!) one size.
I can hardly do anything. Aerobic capacity? Nil. And after the last two weeks of being sick (a sinus infection and then a reaction to antibiotics) I huff my way up just one flight of stairs. Strength? You've got to be kidding. And flexibility? I couldn't touch my toes when I was ten. Now I can barely reach my knees. My spine feels locked into place and my hamstrings have no give at all.
So I look awful, I feel awful, I'm moving quickly up the chart of health risks, and I can't do the things I'd like to. I'd like to be able to run on the beach, play tennis, hoist a backpack, portage a canoe -- but carrying a load of laundry upstairs is a challenge.
Walked: 2 miles in the damp, cold and gray; a stroll, really, since I'm still not 100%. Stretched: 30 minutes (I don't think I can call it Yoga yet). Food: I've done pretty well. I've downed more raw carrots and celery today than in the last several months combined, but I've also had a bit of a Thin Mints debacle. One should never try to lose weight during Girl Scout cookie month.
