Alas, I’m nearly thirty, and getting pudgy. Now that vacation is over, and I’ve got no more excuses, I’m afraid there shall have to be dieting and excersize. More excersize than dieting, because I don’t so much need to lose weight as tone up. Less of the dieting, and more of the just eating better, too. I don’t particularly eat too much, I just eat a lot of crap.
Bah. Sounds like work. That’s no fun.
To that end, I’m instituting the “No S Diet”, the parameters of which can be found here. It’s an amazingly sensible-looking thing, and basically boils down to: eat right, don’t be a pig, and excersize some.
“No S” stands for “No Snacks, No Sweets, No Seconds, except for (sometimes) on days that start with ‘S’.” S-days are Saturday and Sunday (or, in my case, Wednesday and Thursday, as those are my regular days off from work), and “special” days like holidays or vacations.
Basically, you eat three decent meals a day, no snacking allowed, no second helpings allowed (although you’re allowed to pile up your first plate when you first start). You excersize for about fifteen minutes a day. The guy also suggests walking a lot. I figure I work in a restaurant — I’ve got the walking part down cold. Heh.
I currently weigh about 150 lbs, which, according to all the medical charts I’ve seen, is about the top end for my height-weight ratio. I’m about 5′5″. I don’t particularly care how much I weigh, but I can see pudge, particularly in my gut, and that’s got to go.
This morning, I woke up early (for me), at 11am, and did some excersize. I did some sit-ups and leg lifts, and lifted some weights, and then jumped on the incredibly life-threatening and dangerous Gazelle. This thing will kill you if you aren’t careful. If you don’t pay attention, that sucker can get away from you.
I did fifteen minutes on the Gazelle. It claims to be low-impact, but it’s sneaky. You zip along just fine, and then jump off to discover your legs shaking and wobbling. It’s a pretty good work-out, actually. I’m going to try for fifteen minutes in the morning, and fifteen at night. I’ll call the night run “optional”, because there are just some days after work that I ain’t doing a damn thing.
Getting old sucks. I didn’t used to have to worry about this sort of thing. *sighs*

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