Well, I said I was going to power walk 4 miles today...I lied. What I did do was the following:
1. Had a disco jam with my toddler and husband for an hour. No, we didn't simply play dance with him...I was sweating. First off I purchased the David Guetta Album "One Love"on Itunes. Then, I blasted the stereo system and told my little dance machine it was time to party. We danced for a little over an hour. There was even a special appearance by my husband's probing flashlight he uses for work. The baby had a phenomenal time, and we did too. We also ran around the apartment like little maniacs and used the 12-pound sand ball to do sit-ups and stretches. The baby tried to lift it once, but I was concerned he would fall or get a hernia since the ball IS almost half of what the poor kid weighs. My 2 kids, husband included, had a great time. Little did the baby know that we had a mischievous plot against him- to tire him so that he would fall a'sleep before midnight for the second time this summer. (yes I am to blame for this since the paid summer vacations as a teacher mean staying up all night and sleeping-in until noon). The plot worked and he is STILL sleeping.
2. The disco jam cut my power walk plans in half. If you did the math, I power walked for 2 miles instead of 4 miles in 24 minutes. Considering I used to speed walk (UP HILL) FOR 2 miles in less than 15 minutes when I was in good health, I know I have a long way to go. However, I am determined to not dwell on numbers. This reminds me of a Dr. Ozz episode I briefly watched a few months ago. The sexy guru of "health for dummies" said that one should not be concerned with weight #'s, but rather waist #'s. What he then began to explain to us "not so intelligent and healthy looking souls" is that people, myself included, tend to dwell on how much they weigh instead of the size of their waist. Without going off on a tangent about the episode, what I was trying to get to was that certain numbers mean jack when it comes weight loss. It is all about how you feel and how your clothes fit in the end! After all, doesn't muscle weigh more than fat (Don't quote me on this)??? Food for thought friends. OVER AND OUT!!!!!!!!!!!
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