Well, I've been exercising faithfully for a month, putting up with no end of people coming into the gym and wearing out the equipment. For example, the other night, when Turtle and I ventured up for a workout, there were nine people huffing and puffing up there. Thankfully, the one who plays the loudest, most obnoxious music--all about the virtues of whiskey, easy women, and taking drugs--wasn't there to lambast us with her high brow selections, but lots of other people were. One man set the treadmill to ten miles an hour and to the highest incline. He was trying to impress the playing field, I think, with his thunderously pounding, shock-absorbing, black tennis shoes, and show his wife how utterly tough and manly he could be--for the four minutes he stayed on. I've finished two books and begun and rejected two others as unsuited for treadmill reading, (they have to be exciting enough to keep me from noticing the time). I've made friends with a couple of fellow exercisers who are pretty nice people. Still. Alas. I haven't lost any weight--well no more than I could attibute to a water pill. That's the bad news. The good news is this: My blood pressure is down. I've weaned off the medicine and it is staying down on its own. So... progress, I think. I may have lots of padding, but at least it is firmer fat.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Thin Lady On Treadmill Who is not Me...Sigh
Well, I've been exercising faithfully for a month, putting up with no end of people coming into the gym and wearing out the equipment. For example, the other night, when Turtle and I ventured up for a workout, there were nine people huffing and puffing up there. Thankfully, the one who plays the loudest, most obnoxious music--all about the virtues of whiskey, easy women, and taking drugs--wasn't there to lambast us with her high brow selections, but lots of other people were. One man set the treadmill to ten miles an hour and to the highest incline. He was trying to impress the playing field, I think, with his thunderously pounding, shock-absorbing, black tennis shoes, and show his wife how utterly tough and manly he could be--for the four minutes he stayed on. I've finished two books and begun and rejected two others as unsuited for treadmill reading, (they have to be exciting enough to keep me from noticing the time). I've made friends with a couple of fellow exercisers who are pretty nice people. Still. Alas. I haven't lost any weight--well no more than I could attibute to a water pill. That's the bad news. The good news is this: My blood pressure is down. I've weaned off the medicine and it is staying down on its own. So... progress, I think. I may have lots of padding, but at least it is firmer fat.
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That's good news about your blood pressure being down. Weaning off the medicine is a good thing also.
You're right, I cringe thinking about treadmill hogs. Maybe the guy with no taste in music should invest in some earplug headphones.
$10.00 at Target!
Worse. It was a woman who put the raunchy cd's in the stereo. Maybe I'll have to invest in the earplugs myself.
Let's not judge by levels of fat or whatever. If you're healthy and happy, you're in great shape.
So true, I don't know why people think that everyone wants to listen to their "music". It's not fair to the rest of us. Maybe ear plugs is your answer. Do you have an I-Pod?
No. But today they were almost through when I got there and I had the place to myself for forty five minutes. You can bet I turned off Strawberry Shortcake cartoons and the rock station and put in a classical cd. It was wonderful.
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