New Snow, Leftover Food

Stuck at home for all intents and purposes. Drove to University Station Post Office and mailed my quarterly tax payments and real estate tax payment at 0900 before the storm hit. Then home to work, eat day-old sushi for lunch and leftover lasagna for supper. All quite good. Spent the entire day in my fleece "I've Given Up On Life" pants. Must get on a scale soon. Uggghhh! I don't know which is more disheartening, my mediocre attempt at healthier eating, or the absolutely crappy, snowy, frigid weather.
Today I am thankful for my lovely, wonderfully thoughtful girlfriend. Who'da thunk it?

And on the Third Day

Struggled out of bed. Nyquil hungover, I'm sure. Damnable viruses!
I was determined to get back to exercise after the house full of Christmas Joy (three daughters, two sons-in-law, one nearly a son-in-law, and the three bygawd handsomest grandsons God ever created). By the way, Christmas #5 without Sue is still painful. And so it goes.
Rode the Recumbent Back Torture Machine, aka stationary bike, for 24 minutes at 7:30, then stretched. Felt much better mentally and physically. Of course that gave me license to eat peanut butter toast and drink OJ for breakfast.
Very frustrated after rushing to my ortho doc. A great guy, but he was nearly TWO HOURS late. Good thing he rides a Harley.
Sushi for lunch, and two margaritas with chips and cheese dip for supper. It's all about balance.

Day 2 - And I'm Off With A Whimper

I vowed (much less intimidating than "promised") to write every day, so although I made a mediocre effort on Day One, I'm back to fess up to reaching my goal of mediocrity.
Had a decent breakfast of a very fatty humongous muffin and coffee, then to my joy, youngest daughter and her beau took me out for lunch at a new deli (no, not the one in India) where I ate only half of my sandwich with a diet Coke and a couple of forkfuls of potato salad, and then to see "True Grit," a slow-moving Western with great actors. A most welcome treat! Later I succumbed to leftover lasagna, which my middle daughter and her new husband made for Christmas dinner. Not the healthiest meals, but at least I feel guilty.
I am thankful that all of my daughters and their respective families arrived safely at their destinations yesterday!

Back Into The Fray

Although I've been planning this effort for months now, I don't relish the chore. I'm on Day 1 of my Healthy Eating Program. You see, I have the dreaded "heart disease," I'm too short for my weight, and I exercise too little.

I intend to follow the South Beach Heart Program, but (excuse alert...) with a bad back and an artificial knee, my exercise program will be limited to riding my stationary bike and walking (when the temp in friggin' Fargo is above that of the South Pole).

I am thankful for a wonderful Christmas with my daughters and their significant others. And what a delight to have my grandsons here!

I vow to blog daily so readers will be able to follow my progress, or lack thereof. Stay tuned.