Buffalo Gal

I'd like to say that I finished my 45 minute program on the gym treadmill this morning and punched in for another 30 minutes because the endorphins were pumping and it just felt so good.
The truth is I wanted to find out the results of the paternity test on one of those pseudo-judge/ real trash shows that was showing on the machine monitor.
Between watching cable and reading a book, I can almost forget that I'm sweating profusely in pain.
I hammered a couple extra sets on the ab and lat machines, just because I like to watch the faces of the gym rats when they see the fat broad can do it.
It would be great to report that I'm thrilled with losing five pounds in the first week of this regime... but that would ignore the fact that I'm less than 10 percent there. And the first pounds are ALWAYS easy.
My motivation is not the dire media forebodings of the super-sizing of America, but a much nicer wardrobe a couple of sizes down that is literally just hanging around.
Thanks to Slim-Fast, Subway, Atkins and South Beach, I'm better with the yo-yo than Tommy Smothers.
This time, it's simple. No refined sugar. No refined flour.
It's also expensive.
The prices of fresh fruits and vegetables here are obscene. A dollar for a tomato, a two pound bag of cherries almost $10. Lean meat and fish mean expensive cuts. The bread, potatoes and pasta I grew up on stretched budgets and waistlines.
But we'll be up in Western New York in a few more weeks buying field fresh fruits and vegetables right from the farmer. We won't save enough money to pay for the trip, but I can still pull some rationalization into the equation.
For now I'll go downstairs and eat $2.25 worth of cantaloupe... I'll have the other half tonight.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-07-26 11:07 AM The high price of losing I'd like to say that I finished my 45 minute program on the gym treadmill this morning and punched in for another 30 minutes because the endorphins were pumping and it just felt so good. The truth is I wanted to find out the results of the paternity test on one of those pseudo-judge/ real trash shows that was showing on the machine monitor. Between watching cable and reading a book, I can almost forget that I'm sweating profusely in pain. I hammered a couple extra sets on the ab and lat machines, just because I like to watch the faces of the gym rats when they see the fat broad can do it. It would be great to report that I'm thrilled with losing five pounds in the first week of this regime... but that would ignore the fact that I'm less than 10 percent there. And the first pounds are ALWAYS easy. My motivation is not the dire media forebodings of the super-sizing of America, but a much nicer wardrobe a couple of sizes down that is literally just hanging around. Thanks to Slim-Fast, Subway, Atkins and South Beach, I'm better with the yo-yo than Tommy Smothers. This time, it's simple. No refined sugar. No refined flour. It's also expensive. The prices of fresh fruits and vegetables here are obscene. A dollar for a tomato, a two pound bag of cherries almost $10. Lean meat and fish mean expensive cuts. The bread, potatoes and pasta I grew up on stretched budgets and waistlines. But we'll be up in Western New York in a few more weeks buying field fresh fruits and vegetables right from the farmer. We won't save enough money to pay for the trip, but I can still pull some rationalization into the equation. For now I'll go downstairs and eat $2.25 worth of cantaloupe... I'll have the other half tonight. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top