I've missed four days out of the last 18 (beginning on Thanksgiving Day) of walking at least two miles. This is a Big Deal for this lapsed walker, let me tell you. Today will be the fourth miss, as I'll be driving, driving, driving, lunching, attending a meeting, and then driving, driving, driving again. I will be hitting the road at 9:30 and who knows when I'll be home again.
If it weren't pouring down rain, I might go out right now and walk in the dark. NOT!
But the very fact that I entertained the idea, even for long enough to write it down, tells you something about this new commitment I've made to become a more active old woman.
I have very little hope that the increased activity will result in actual reduction of lard. My body just doesn't seem to want to release any of its fat stores. I eat moderately, especially since the denture adventure began in August. Food really doesn't taste all that great when there's a piece of plastic jammed into your palate.
(Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to have the requisite number of pretty teeth again. It's been a very long time. But they do take the pleasure right out of eating.)
One (that one being me) would think that the increased activity combined with the reduced food intake would result in some – even a little – weight loss. Alas, it hasn't happened. The scale doesn't move, either up or down. I'd love to be maintaining if I were at a normal, or even slightly overweight number. But the number is far too high and I'm far too uncomfortable to be maintaining at this level.
As I write this, I can clearly see that the third "leg" of this mission needs to be some kind of strength training, either yoga or light lifting. Strong women stay young. I hope it's not too late for me.