Friday, January 4, 2008

There's Always Room for Cello

Two hundred and eighty pounds.

Which means, I haven't lost anything (didn't expect to) but I didn't gain anything either.

The problem is, I feel crappy.

I am so unhealthy. It wasn't always this way. I was fat, yes, but I could still DO stuff. I could do yoga! Warrior I, II and III, for pete's sake! I could walk a mile on a treadmill, swim twenty laps. I could do a whole aerobics class at the gym.

Now... I can't walk up stairs without panting like a Siberian Husky pulling a sled in Mexico. I can't walk to the corner and back without feeling as tired as a narceleptic on heroin or sweating like a Coke bottle on a picnic table in August.

I'm so out of shape. Unless you count a rather squishy circle as a shape. Harley just said, "More like an ellipse... or like a cello."

The truth is, Yo-Yo Ma gets more exercise than I do just pulling a bow. I've elevated the role of couch potato beyond reason - like a deep fried Oreo Cookie - I'm redundantly sedentary. And the truth is, I so don't want to move. Newton's Law, wasn't it? An object in motion stays in motion... an object at rest stays at rest.

Gotta figure out a way to get myself moving again. I've got Nike sayings running through my head. "Just Do It!" Seems easier said than done, though...


1 comment:

innkeeper said...

Hey, Queen B!

Good luck with whatever you plan to do. I won't use the "D" word.

I seesaw between wanting to get back down to something reasonable for me and "oh, well, forget it." However, the incentive for getting back down to something reasonable is that with increase in weight, it does a number on my joints, especially hips and knees. That right there is pretty good reason to keep at it. That and wheezing at the top of the stairs and saying, "God, my knees hurt."

Time to go get some new pantyhose since mine are too small. They don't stretch enough but try to take the path of least resistance, which is down to the knees. The next thing I know, I'm walking like one of those young hoods with the sagged pants!

I hope you at least got a good laugh out of this comment. If you can keep at it and keep laughing, you'll do just fine.

Best wishes.

Queen Bee's Buzzin' on Down

King Harley's Revvin' on Down