November Wellness

My, my-November already. Summer just BAMMED shut and it's cold today! All the better for a vigorous workout with my personal trainer. I really like her but I crawl unwillingly to the workout which is challenging and tests muscles I never even thought I had. All the while, Angie screams, "Good going, Terry! Keep it up! Keep it up!" Two good activities today were the snowshoe machine and the calf/hamstring stretch. Okay, the snowshoe machine isn't its real name but I think you can picture the thing with that description. She left me alone to do so many prescribed minutes on it and I actually completed without wanting to turn off the machine. Then to the calf/hamstring stretch which involves lying on one's back and strapping a gigantic rubber band like thing under the shoe and then pointing the leg toward the ceiling and to one side and then the other. HOLY COW! Do I ever have tight muscles! They amaze my instructor and she cheers as I grunt and groan. "Keep breathing, Terry, keep breathing!" she yells over the pathetic sounds coming out of my mouth. And I have to "hold it, hold it" for so long that I think my legs will snap. But I am having great success with this sort of physical activity. I am beginning to notice a teeny tiny bit of strength coming into far corners of my body. I can even do a number of crunches without rolling over on my side moaning and begging for mercy.

But walking isn't working out. I don't like it anymore and I'm astounded at that. I walked for years and years and really enjoyed it particularly when I walked with my good friend JoAnn. But these days walking causes breathing stress which is uncomfortable. So I'm going to fall away from that for awhile. Maybe when I'm even stronger it will be better. . .if I try again.

And weight watcher eating is a total bust. I don't want to "journal" my meals. (By the way, when did the word "journal" become a verb?) I don't want that much salad. I don't want to think about vegetables so much and fruit was never ever my idea of dessert. So I'm just going to eat. I am what I am and I'll get fit the best way I know how. Unfortunately, that includes doing my best to help Pat eat a whole box of Joe's Donuts on the way over Mt. Hood last weekend. Those donuts rival Krispy Kreme and Voodoo Donuts as well. We managed to get the whole box finished by late afternoon Friday after a Thursday afternoon purchase.

So eating in a priss pure and saintly manner has wavered and activity has increased. We all work at fitness in our own little ways.