Diet alone isn't going to reduce my waist any further. I grabbed my stopwatch and took a walk around the block. 11 minutes 34 seconds. I thought my hips were going to kill me. I'll do it again tomorrow. I'll do it daily until I can add some time and distance. It may finally be time to replace my long-since-gone diet bicycle.
Walking would be cheaper than buying a bicycle. I've become more sedentary than I realized. I need to walk, though eleven minutes isn't much. Well, I was tired before. Now I'm
Same course. New shoes - athletic shoes with memory foam. 10 minutes 36 seconds. Faster, but more winded. Hips hurt again. I need to do this every day, and possibly twice. Now I need a shower.
19:30 - My hips hurt. My feet hurt. "No pain, no gain." For dieters, that's stupid. It should be "Some pain, no gain" or "No pain, no loss." Either way, there's pain.
Same course, same shoes. 11 minutes, 29 seconds. Hips still hurt. Feet are okay. It's drizzle-misting, so I wore my windbreaker. Broke wind a couple of times. Carried an umbrella but didn't use it. I'll not be walking tomorrow morning. I have an appointment with the urologist to go over the prostate biopsy results. If I feel up to it, maybe I'll walk after the appointment. Doubt it. I think I need a day off.
I took the 11th off to rest the hips and feet, and because I had a medical appointment. Today, I missed the morning run (asleep) and by the time I was up, it was 90°F outside, and I was unwilling to stress my poor heart in the heat. That means I better get my ass up the rest of the week for sunrise walks, or the exercise will fall by the wayside. I'm substituting some chair yoga for today.
22:20 - My conscience wouldn't let me off because I blew off the chair yoga, so I strapped a flashlight to my waist, mounted another on my ballcap, and carried a third and set off in the semi-darkness 'neath a full moon. Same course. Boat shoes. 9 minutes 52 seconds. My hips and feet are fine, for the moment.
The sun isn't up yet. It's 70°F outside, 10 minutes 24 seconds.