Road to Healthy Living : Part 1
Ok, so my doctor tells me that I need to start taking better care of myself again. Ding, Ding, Ding. Warning bells going off. "What do you mean? I feel fine," says I. "Well, your cholesterol is climbing and I'm not too happy with that. You're withing your weight limit, so it's not bad... but it could be," says the dear Doctor.
[Cut to present time] I regulate my diet and reduce the amount of oils and fat in-take. Now, I'm motivated to loose some weight. Ummm, I'm wondering if the Doctor said that just to make me exercise again. Sneaky.
So, six months later I'm eating better and I'm starting to look better. Guess what. I stopped exercising after I was on this great regimen of waking at 5 in the morning and running a mile and then stopped. Yep, bring back those ten extra pounds. Now I'm pissed off. I want to look good, dang it. So, I'm thinking, hey, lets start getting up at five again and get back up to a mile a day again. NOT ON YOUR LIFE says my little devilish lazy friend on my left shoulder. So, the solution...
TATAAAAA.... [Enter good friend Megan]. That's right folks. Megan to my rescue. Now, let me start my saying everyone should have a Megan in their lives. This girl will make anyone want to get off their butts and go for a run. She's a young college girl with already the New Orleans marathon behind her and numerous t-shirts from God knows how many races. Well, Megan is studying to be a nutritionist, so naturally I'm now Megan's little project. Yep. She has me writing down what I eat each day and today guilts me into going back to the track. Wait, did I say guilt me into it, I meant to say motivated me into it. Now, here's my problem. I'm a former athlete so I now the importance of being in shape and living a healthy life, but I've always been the athlete that needed motivation to get to practice but once there, I'm the one yelling at everyone else to keep going. A little hypocritical at times, but it worked; at least for me. So now I have my very own nutritionist-in-training with an iron will and the sweetest smile that will guilt me (oh, sorry, motivate me) into anything.
Well, Megan, my friend, on my first day back I went for half a mile. So, there!!!! Of course, I will be quite the irritable little human being tomorrow because I will be in pain up to my ears. All I have to say is that: It's going to be all your fault come tomorrow when I can't even climb the stairs. Ok, so yeah, it felt good to have ran half a mile on my first day back, and yeah, my back is not all tense and I'm high off endorphens, but it's going to be your butt tomorrow my friend. And your butt for the rest of the week until I can run and not feel like killing somebody the next day. Oh, Megan, I still love ya honey.
So, I now have to go write in my little journal that I ate pizza for lunch (nananananaaaaaa-hahahahahaha). I'm sure she'll make me pay for it tomorrow. Oh, and if there are any guys out there reading this----She's pretty HOT!!! (I told you, I'm getting even).
Anyone up to telling me about their road to health living? Come, on. I dare ya.
[Cut to present time] I regulate my diet and reduce the amount of oils and fat in-take. Now, I'm motivated to loose some weight. Ummm, I'm wondering if the Doctor said that just to make me exercise again. Sneaky.
So, six months later I'm eating better and I'm starting to look better. Guess what. I stopped exercising after I was on this great regimen of waking at 5 in the morning and running a mile and then stopped. Yep, bring back those ten extra pounds. Now I'm pissed off. I want to look good, dang it. So, I'm thinking, hey, lets start getting up at five again and get back up to a mile a day again. NOT ON YOUR LIFE says my little devilish lazy friend on my left shoulder. So, the solution...
TATAAAAA.... [Enter good friend Megan]. That's right folks. Megan to my rescue. Now, let me start my saying everyone should have a Megan in their lives. This girl will make anyone want to get off their butts and go for a run. She's a young college girl with already the New Orleans marathon behind her and numerous t-shirts from God knows how many races. Well, Megan is studying to be a nutritionist, so naturally I'm now Megan's little project. Yep. She has me writing down what I eat each day and today guilts me into going back to the track. Wait, did I say guilt me into it, I meant to say motivated me into it. Now, here's my problem. I'm a former athlete so I now the importance of being in shape and living a healthy life, but I've always been the athlete that needed motivation to get to practice but once there, I'm the one yelling at everyone else to keep going. A little hypocritical at times, but it worked; at least for me. So now I have my very own nutritionist-in-training with an iron will and the sweetest smile that will guilt me (oh, sorry, motivate me) into anything.
Well, Megan, my friend, on my first day back I went for half a mile. So, there!!!! Of course, I will be quite the irritable little human being tomorrow because I will be in pain up to my ears. All I have to say is that: It's going to be all your fault come tomorrow when I can't even climb the stairs. Ok, so yeah, it felt good to have ran half a mile on my first day back, and yeah, my back is not all tense and I'm high off endorphens, but it's going to be your butt tomorrow my friend. And your butt for the rest of the week until I can run and not feel like killing somebody the next day. Oh, Megan, I still love ya honey.
So, I now have to go write in my little journal that I ate pizza for lunch (nananananaaaaaa-hahahahahaha). I'm sure she'll make me pay for it tomorrow. Oh, and if there are any guys out there reading this----She's pretty HOT!!! (I told you, I'm getting even).
Anyone up to telling me about their road to health living? Come, on. I dare ya.