Okay, so fine. I'm not like hard-core dieting nor am I running 10 miles a day (hey, you try running against this Wyoming wind). But I AM eating right, lessening my portions and cutting out soda completely (except the occasional Slurpee). How many of you have tried extensive exercising and it's just not your thing? K, put your hands down... cause I know the feeling sister. You give it your all for a good week and then your running shoes just seem to mysteriously disappear, and you have no motivation to look for them (probably because you are the one that hid them...or you fed them to your dog). That's about where I was at. I'm not a runner. I can power-walk the heck out of any sidewalk or treadmill, but running is not my style. I'll lift weights with the best of them...but the best of them just ain't around to lift with. See my problem? So technically it's not my fault I'm still fat.
Aside from my berry and flax seed smoothies (thanks Bear), salad with light dressing, and my daily dosage of vitamins, I have found my outlet. Swimming. I can handle this. I figure if I paddle myself into complete exhaustion, I at least have some Brad Pitt look-a-like to save me from the depths of a 12 foot swimming pool as I demand I need mouth to mouth resuscitation. That's a lie. I am completely devoted and a happily married woman, so I would probably just drown. That's a lie too (the drowning thing)...they are all little high school Life Guards...dang the bad luck. Anyway, last night little Miss Sophia and I headed to the indoor pool. Mind you she is
a Nazi on the Swim team, which inevitably equaled my death. I've always been a good swimmer, so I was able to keep up with her size 2 body and trained lungs. But good heck, I was huffing and puffing. 2,000 yards is the average work out for a well-trained swim team. And that's what we did. twothousandfreakinyards.
And I get to do it all again tomorrow.