I scared myself the other night--got on the bathroom scale for the first time in months and the dial landed on a number with two big fat zeros in it! (And the first number ain't a one!) Never in my life have I been this enormous--it's completely ridiculous. Granted, it was at the end of the day and I had just eaten supper, but my supper wasn't that big. The next morning, I weighed again and dodged the Big Fat Zeros by about five pounds, but that's not much better. Time to get off my Big Fat Zeros and fix this mess I've made of myself.
I bought a recumbent exercise bike a few years ago, but quit using it after a while because it was hard on my tailbone. So why did I move the bloody thing when we bought the new house? Well, I hoped I'd get back to it. Never did, of course. Anyway, now I'm going to sell it and get a treadmill instead. There's no earthly reason I can't walk for 30 minutes every evening while watching TV.
Sister A. still has the upright exercycle I passed onto her (before the recumbent--I've tried a lot of different things), and we're both sick of ourselves, so hopefully we've reached our limit of tolerance for our own girth and will get active again.
We'll also have to knock off the Hershey's we've been getting into waaay too often. That's a lot harder than walking or cycling regularly!