Feeling a bit like chunky David, Martin and I have begun working at offloading some of our lard. We've stopped drinking (can you believe that???), we're eating muuuuuch better as well as much less, we're taking walks of at least a mile 5-6 times a week, Martin's working out with weights and I'm doing aerobic dancing. Talk about culture shock! I'm exhausted, Martin's crabby, and we're both frustrated! Not much is showing up on the scales yet (why do we Americans place so much importance on the damned scales???), but I have to admit I FEEL better - even though I'm tired, I'm feeling more alive and finding it easier to get up at 8:00 in the morning instead of 11:00. I get so much more done every day... imagine that... and can even say I've taken a self-esteem boost (badly needed). My creativity has gotten a much needed jolt, though I'm sure a lot of that has to do with the fact that I recently dumped a job that was draining me of every ounce of emotion and creativity I had. Well, nobody has ever said losing weight is easy, but, for the first time in memory, we both feel totally committed to this endeavor. If that doesn't help us succeed, there's no hope!
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Hey,
Me too. But it is not the pounds but the measurements that really tell the tale. Muscle weighs more than fat...
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