walking

How is it that I have arrived at 49 and have to once again lose weight. Haven't I lost enough pounds throughout the years to be at my perfect body shape. Can't you put all those pounds in an account somewhere and subtract and add (well not many people would be adding) at will. What happens to those pounds we lose, where do they go pound heaven? hmmm more like pound hell - not missed by anyone would be hell.

So for the last 5 days I have been walking. 4.4 miles every day on the bike trail near our house. I feel great. I always feel great when I first start working out. I really really want to feel good and have energy to do the things I want to do. I usually work out very hard for at first couple of months until a random body part decides it doesn't want to work properly. The lastest noncooperative parts have been Rotatory cuff, ACL tear and the lastest insult is planter facitis (if you can't spell it I don't think I should have it) ... Ok now this is going to far. I cannot wear high heels without pain. How the hell am I supposed to look sexy again without that 1 - 3 inches of great calf showing. I think that this is a low blow.

So I am walking. You can't hurt yourself walking can you? Don't tell me if you can I like being blissfully unaware of body parts that decide to have a hissy fit. I promised my BFF Lola that I would start writing (in my spare time HA!) So Lola, here I am blogging. Kind of sounds like flogging and maybe it is like beating people over the head with words, random thoughts and weird musings.

How did I do for the first blog.