An Author at Boot Camp Workout

Suffice it to say, I have failed at retelling my readers (you) about how the boot camp workout experience has been going. So, for those who follow the blog, I'll bring you up to date. I have continued the crazy workout, but modified it to fit this old body. Since I've had back surgeries, some of the most amazing moves of the workout just don't work for me. The crab crawl killed my wrists and left my lower back cramping. The rope pull put me over the edge without even a thread of hope, much less an imaginary rope.

I have adapted the timing of the workout to fit my weird schedule, and some days I don't get the entire hour in. Ok, honestly, most days I get in about 45 minutes. However, I do believe the important thing to emphasize here is that I am doing a workout on a regular basis. The biggest key to helping me reach this milestone is words. Yes, I am a female. I use more than the estimated 50,000 words a day, and if I have no one else to talk to, I simply talk to my pets and myself. When I am on the treadmill, I read other people's glorious words. The time flies by so fast I can hardly believe I've been on the moving motion maker for 2.5 miles. I haven't quite figured out how to read and run at the same time, so while I run, rather than briskly walk, I am bored silly and want to quit. However, I plod on.

To date, I've lost about 4 pounds, but then a couple find me again. No matter. I'll plod on still. I feel good, I know I'm giving my heart a run for its health, my energy level is higher, and I'm more alert throughout the day. Now if only I could lose the Mountain Dew. On that tender subject, I believe all people have a venue for release. Maybe you would call it a vice. Some are gamblers, some drink too much alcohol, some wear too much makeup, buy too many shoes, lead the gossip circles, etc. My vice is Mountain Dew. I know it has way too much caffeine. I know it is full of processed sugar. I know it is one of the worst sodas on the planet. And yet, I like it. I have one can a day, and on some days, a second can. For now, that makes me happy. I want to be happy, don't you?

I'll keep running on the treadmill, doing as many of the boot camp moves as possible, drink my Mountain Dew and anticipate the holidays. Personally, I'll be glad when Halloween is over. My neighbors decorate their yards with creepy gravestones, grim reapers, men in electric chairs being fried, and skulls without bodies and bodies without heads. Yuck! But when this horrible "holiday" is over, those same neighbors put out serene displays of the nativity. That's what I'm looking forward to. In between, I'll remember how thankful I should be for so many beautiful people in my life.

And now this author must do what authors do. I'm deep into editing my two books, and a deadline approaches, so I much leave this blog for now. I'll try to return before another month has passed!