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2018 04 16 I walked, jogged, and ran when I was dieting a decade or so ago: 2006ish. I’ve done crunches sporatially since: and walked, and biked; but not jogged or ran since then. Dance? I’ve danced my ass off for the past decade, but less so since Carole got sick and Jan knees and back have been bothering her. When I was driving I could dance with or without them, but not how. So: when my belly discusts me (as well as Jan) I have to respond locally: or kiss my ass goodbye. Good.
So I resumed jogging a bit upwards of a month ago: 2018 03 10: to now. I’ve exercised everyday but one; jogged every day but two. And I so humiliated. I’ve done it, but I don’t feel strong. Disgusting feeble runner. I walk a few hundred yards, then begin a slow, careful jog: for one, two, three hundred paces: scant yards. But I don’t feed stronger, I feel weeker. Wobbly, vulnerable.
It’s easier to measure effort on the bicycle: I can time myself on the odometer, by the clock: I peddaled for a half hour: that’s bound to be abut one miles.
Typically I bike the length of Brunns Road, following every curly que uclt de sac: Brunns Road, Sebring Gardens, Woohaven Estates, Fernway Street, Whispering Pines, Hammock Estates: about 5 mines.
Anyway, the proof is in my belly: and on the scale: one-sixty-soemthing? That’s not great but it’s not bad.My pants are falling down? That’s good: cinch them up with a safety pin.
2018 04 23 I’ve readded crunches: alternate side situps. I’m still weak, and a little rubber legged. a little accident prone: but I’m probably still better off with exercise than without. If I have a fatal accident with exercise, then it’s time to check out regardless.