Monday, January 07, 2013
Eating the elephant...
In the new house I have to walk up two flights of stairs to the office and about half way up the second flight my knees were complaining. Loudly. Actually, just lately they've been complaining when I put my feet to the floor in the morning and pain is the one thing that will make me pass on cake.
I was going to drag out the scales and make it a big deal. Since I have absolutely no faith that they'll have survived the move with any degree of accuracy, I decided not to worry about poundage, but about my knees. They'll keep me in line. And that jacket that won't quite button around the middle.
I'm not doing anything fancy. I've cut out bread, upped the level of protein to carbs and while I couldn't say I leapt out of bed this morning after just three days the knees took the move without complaint. And the stairs are already easier. And I've switched from Radio 4 (talk radio) to Radio 2 (pop music radio) and I'm jogging around the kitchen while I work to those oldies but goodies that were the soundtrack of my youth.
I've lost maybe two pounds (the first few days it always falls off) but the difference is already noticeable to me if no one else.
Exercise is the next step. I keep threatening to dig out the swimsuit and get to the pool. It's attached to the high school so they get first dibs on times and I have to figure out when I can fit it in.
I've made a start. That's the main thing. It feels a bit daunting at the moment, but it's like eating an elephant. You have to take it one bite at a time.