Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Several days ago I found my pedometer, the battery was dead. Who has those kind of batteries around the house anyway? So I had to put it on my shopping list then wait until I needed to go the store. (I don't make unnecessary trips anymore and am saving money by doing that) My pedometer has been clipped on my pants for the past week and my average is 7 + miles per day.
Now I don't know what a norm is. Is 7 miles typical or not? My 2 dogs walks and some treadmill time; that and hubby says I never sit down.
So I'm doing my 7 miles and a video and strength training. Fatloser tells me that exercise will make you look good but diet is where it is at. There are no diets that don't work, only people who don't follow them. I'm paying attention to diet.
I feel strong and my endurance is good. Today as I was leaving a "retirement community" a lady cried out for help, a man had fallen and she couldn't help him up. After asking him if he hurt anywhere and him assuring me he was okay, I put my arms under his arms, around his chest and lifted him so he could get his feet under him. He was elderly and had slipped on the ice. It could happen to anyone, very icy. I told him we needed to report it but he did not want to do that. I could see the fear in his face. He doesn't want anyone to know he fell. Family will make it more than it is and push for assisted living. I'm hearing this a lot from my clients and others who live here. It's strange, such a reversal; these adults are hiding things from their kids like we use to hide things from our parents. Full circle.
So I'm strong, healthy and eating for vitality. I'm actually enjoying the process. Celebrating the day and appreciating my mobility.