OK, so I decided that if I really want to drop the extra 10 (COUGH! COUGH! 15), I should probably consider following a more strict diet. You know, Paleo or Gluten-free or the 5-2. Something like that. And, of course!, adding exercise back into my daily routine.
The plan was to monitor what I was eating, so that I would get an idea of where to start. I ended my first week of really just monitoring what I ate (no actual restrictions) by eating homemade deep-dish pizza with a glass of wine, followed up with plans for a cheesecake. I’m not sure, but I suspect this might be why I need to lose 10 (15!) pounds.
So on the exercise front, I downloaded an app called 7-Minute Workout coach. Turns out that is almost exactly twice as long as I had in me. I couldn’t make it through the routine and had to call it. That night I limped around and was seriously worried that I would be laid up the next day. Fortunately, I felt fine physically. Emotionally…I was distraught. I used to run 3-8 miles every day of the week and now I couldn’t make it 7 minutes. Man, I have let myself go!
So today, on the backside of pizza and wine, I took one of my 3 dogs for run. I started with my slowest dog, figuring he and I were likely better matched. He still killed me, but it was nice to be out again and moving my body. Let’s see how long this lasts.