a poem, a picture, and a promise

Kashi for breakfast, a boiled egg for lunch. By
three p.m., there’s nothing to munch.

Diets are cruel demanding and lean. They lack the
appeal of finer cuisine.
And if that you think all this you despise, just
wait until you get to the exercise.

I have never liked exercise. I just don’t. I did it because I knew it was good for me, but I swear I have never met an endorphin from a workout. For two solid years, I worked out every day except the weekend and was diligent in every way. I had a routine like that. People called me self disciplined. I should have taken some joy in that, but every day I felt like the little Dunkin’ donut man as I got up with the alarm, “Time to make the donuts. Time to make the donuts.” Speaking of donuts, ah well, there goes the self discipline again. It starts with those evil thoughts. Anyway, after two years of being very dedicated, one day I just stopped and never picked it back up as a habit again. Who said it only takes twenty-one days to make a habit? I want to talk to that guy.

There is a woman in our neighborhood that rides her bicycle like a maniac. She has an old fashioned handlebar bike, and crouches down with her head looking up. Her long, dark, wavy hair blows behind her and I can’t help but think of Mrs. Glutch from “The Wizard of Oz.” If I were a kid, I’d be scared to death of her. Okay, she still scares me. Or what she represents. I have this metaphor in my head of exercise looking like that.

So, all this reminiscing to say I have to get back into the habit. I am reading a book that talks about aerobic deficiency syndrome. It’s called The Maffetone Method. The list of symptoms looks like what I would take to my doctor right now, so I am most intrigued with the remedy for this. You know the answer. But the level of activity may surprise you. He says to be aerobic, it really isn’t that hard to get your heart rate up to that level. To stay in that level apparently is the trick. Anyway, I turned over another new leaf today and am on the wagon again, the exercise wagon, or maybe I’m the horse pulling it.

An interesting side: it is raining in Houston today, so the dog and I might have to just read the exercise book instead of putting it to the test. Wonder if there are any donuts around here…Maybe it’s time.


8 thoughts on “a poem, a picture, and a promise

  1. Anne,
    Thank you for the laugh, and i’m not laughing at you but with you… I weighted 105 when I gratuated High School, and even after I had four baby’s I was still just about 120… Then I’m not sure what happened but I think some thing or someone snuck in my body and now after 15 years I need to lose 50 pounds… I don’t like exercise, and I use to be on the track and gymnastics team… LOL ok I know I have been watching what i’m eating, and now I have to start moving my body more so that I can lose some weight…
    So high ho high ho off to exricse we go…
    Thank you and GBU

  2. I have gained 25 lbs this year, I would like to blame it on vending machines at the hospital but no one told me to eat the junk from the machines in place of meals and quit exercising. I just ordered the Maffetone Book, it may be what I need to jump start living a healthy lifestyle again.

    I am so glad I found your blog….

    the other Annette…

  3. So funny…
    Hey… it looks like somebody is having her blogoversary in 3 days.
    I can’t wait to help you celebrate… maybe with donuts? 🙂
    Love you,
    Angie xoxo

  4. HA HA HA HA HA!! That commercial is exactly how I feel…”I gotta get on the treadmill…I did got on the treadmill.”

    Hating it with ya! We press on!

  5. Right now, I’m lapsing in exercise and excelling in Bible reading. Why can’t I get these two disciplines to coincide?

  6. I am SO with you on the exercise!I don’t like it but I do it anyway, but let me skip a day and it takes me forever to get back into the habit again!


  7. I’m going to have to look into this book. Or some superglue for my lips. (hmmmm…that might help with the “speak first, think later” syndrome I seem to suffer from sometimes.)

    Anyhow, I admire the fact that you have/had self discipline. I was one of those “I can eat anything and never gain an ounce” teens that saw no need to exercise. Now I’m one of those “if you don’t give me that donut, cheesecake, brownie, cheese fries right now then I’m going to hurt you” people who gains weight just thinking about the aforementioned food.

    If only I could attach a book to the top of my head so I could read while I walk…yes, I know they make audio books but I like to read, not listen. (and I know a dozen people who could comment about that too. But I’m sure they won’t because they don’t want to add to my misery!)

    Enjoy your day! and if you “make the donuts”, eat one for me!


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