I am no glutton for punishment but I had to get beyond the pain barrier or the fear of it would lead to fitness recidivism, a kind of practised custom I so easily default to before I see the gains I aim for.
What I really want to
do is shed pounds and kilogrammes, I am not counting calories nor following a
diet, not that diets or dieticians show much knowledge of global foods
especially of my West African cuisine. I follow a commonsense view of
moderation, take the good just not to excess.
That means, I love my
full milk and real butter, there is no silliness of living the land of skimmed
milk and synthetic honey, not what was promised in the Bible and surely, I not
taking any less today.
Stalking to a higher
step
Yesterday, despite
the fact that I was in much pain when I approached the altar for communion, I
felt good enough later in the afternoon to add another 13,000 steps to my daily
tally to bring my total to 17,705 steps and not a feeling a pain materialised,
just a tightening of my thigh muscles knowing some work had been done.
I also skipped the
gym yesterday, as it would seem 6 days in a row is good enough, with a day of
rest until I was back in the gym today. It was walking to the maximum speed on
the treadmill going up by increments of 0.3 km/h every three minutes from 6
km/h to 7.2 km/h and this got me to 2.92 km in 25 minutes.
A few floor exercises
and I was done. I will be out for some walking and fresh air later, before
retiring for the day. It still feels like fun and long may that continue.
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