There's A Fat Man In The Bathtub With The Blues
I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya, but not much has been going on...the yard work is progressing nicely, weather is improving, spring is 30 days away.
One new thing is that I have decided to go on a 30 day program of heavy exercise in order to drop 5kg. That's about 10 lbs in US & A language. The reason for this is that Kimberly and I will be taking a week's holiday to the Cook Islands for her birthday and I want to be in top physical condition so I can wear a Speedo...or at least look less embarrassing in my bathrobe.
My plan was to join a club for a month and go every day and burn fat by running on the treadmill for 30 minutes or so.
I went to the local workout place, named BJ's. There are others, but I like BJ's.
I met up with Jack, the kid behind the front desk and learned that I could join for a month or get a full year's membership at a better daily rate. Since I live for the moment and can't picture myself working out as a regular part of my life after I drop those kilos, I opted for the more expensive 30 day membership.
Jack included himself in the deal as a personal trainer for one free consultation, which I took. He showed me where the cardio equipment was and instructed me on a few machines that would help shape me into a rock hard, finely chiseled specimen of a 60 year old geezer.
Turns out I weigh about 83kg which relates to about 182 lbs.
So I have gone religiously every day and ran until my heart rate was up to 150 bpm. I have taken missteps on the damn thing and fell off about 3 times already.
I do upper body working machines and even a couple sit ups on occasion.
After five days, I now weigh 83kg but I have definitely lost five days.
All this brings us to the unfortunate story of the boysenberry cobbler which will be discussed in the next post.