Here I am, hear me roar... meek and weak, will have to work on weak this week. Isn't English a lovely language? Today, 216.6 pounds, BP 148/88 heart rate 40 bpm. Prayer, pooh, pills and now to make the coffee and hit the treadmill, ugly sweats worn. Polished my shoes and straightened (just a bit) of the garage, major stuff still to do, throw it away, throw the excess away! I stopped to use the toilet bowl at seventeen minutes remaining, my body is talking to me, it needs much more work, much less recliner and chairs. So forty minutes on the treadmill, program with five pound dumb bells in each hand, then ten minutes on the HealthRider for arms, back and thighs.
Only the fifty reps to do after breakfast, the walk to the dock and dry firing tonight with cat stretches - that recliner is going to be such a big problem. I do know that intentions are good but execution is the only thing that will bring desired results.
