Every Other Day of the Week Is Fine
Entry 1 I rowed at cardiac rehab today for the first time. I was about two feet from a floor to ceiling mirror. Let's just say, the Michelin man and I could have been separated at birth--but never too far apart given our girth. I was feeling all proud of the weight I've dropped, but with every move toward the front of the rower, the illusion of meaningful weight loss was clear. What made the day more sobering is working out with the very fit exercise physiologist. There are a couple. One is easy on us, the other has us werk. This was the latter. I am grateful he is there, because the clarity I see my physical shape (think hum bao) after he puts us through our paces is invaluable. I like being pushed--which is something I didn't know about myself. I dislike not being able to keep up, and I can't. I do my best. The cohort has changed. A few are worse than me, some quite a bit better. I now have a realistic assessment of my pumpkininity and real goals. I am 172.8 lbs. aga...