Monday, February 27, 2012

Things Change

Blogger didn't like my browser any more so until I figured out what it did like I've been unable to post anything here.  Or rather, I did post two new entries this year but Blogger ate them.  Someone responded to one of them and to that someone I say "Sorry.  I hope you'll post again".

Here's where things stand: one broken wrist, now healing; one new trainer and one new gym membership, very expensive.  No weigh-ins at Weight Watchers since early December; too lazy.

Despite everything I'm maintaining my 65-pound weight loss.  I've come to understand that I eat according to a plan and rarely deviate from it so I don't gain weight.  I've also managed to develop sufficient muscle mass that I burn calories efficiently.

The new trainer has me on a regime which is totally new and extremely creative, taking me from the ground up, so to speak.  For the first two weeks I never got off the mat.  The exercises seem to have their roots in Pilates and are structured to help restore my stability and sense of balance.  They are designed to make me a better runner, which is great news because I've signed up for Harry's Spring Run-off again for April.

I'm working hard at physiotherapy with a chiropractor who owns the new gym.  I feel guilty for abandoning Dr. Wade but this guy has helped design my new fitness regime and for that I'll pay big money.  Insurance may take care of some of it.

Some time in the next few weeks I have to find a scale and check on my weight but everything seems to be holding steady and all clothes still fit.  If they don't I can buy more from my new job.  Who knew I would wind up working in the fashion industry?  Whatever.  I like it.  I no longer have to feel responsible for anyone except myself.  I felt way too much pressure in the past to help others get where I did.  It can't be done.  They need to get there themselves.


  1. Those last three sentences are so true. Glad you got your posting problems worked out.

    1. Thanks. It's time I was really honest about how I felt about my last job. There are some things I just can't fix.