Yesterday I ran for forty minutes around the living room, dining room and kitchen. I was pleased to do it for a consistent forty minutes. When I say that I ran around then, that gives the mistaken impression of loads of space. It's more like running (trotting, jogging, ambling, take your pick) pretty much in a straight line, through all three rooms in twenty strides, then turning on the spot to go back again. It's a dull way to run, but it's better than nothing, earns a few calories and will do till I have the confidence to run outside.
I spoke to Mum about my loss yesterday. She was well pleased, both for me and herself. She's been counting calories, using the lists that I made her and she lost two pounds this week. She only has about another ten to go. Lucky woman. Me? Seventy-two. Maybe a bit less if I'm happy when I get to 150 pounds instead of 139. So she's fired up to be good again this week. Which reminds me. She wanted me to check something out for her, something she ate today, and I forgot to phone her back. Must remember in the morning. After all, a weight loss guru's work is never done :-)
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