I've googled if I can lose weight by walking fast. The answer I keep getting is if I walk fast enough, far enough, and long enough....Hmmmm? I'll say this as I stumble down the street. I wanted to bring to the forefront what really goes on in my feeble mind when I have to exercise.
I have my entire run figured out to know exactly how many calories to the distance=one beer...then there is a sub category for types of beer. If I run 1 mile, its a low carb/low cal "Heineken Light" (which Momma does not enjoy). The thought of drinking that beer is the main thing that keeps me going to mile #2. If I run the 3.5 miles, that is one yummy micro brew of you choice in a bottle....NOT DRAFT. If I run the 3.5 miles in the morning, then, ride the kid around on the bike in the afternoon I can have the Draft of my choice, sometimes 2, if I ride to the brewery and back, (not recommended).
Along with beer= miles calculations I think about eating. What can I eat when I get home? What if while I'm gone they eat everything and I starve to death? What if I have a heart attack while I'm running and no one finds me? These are all very irrational thoughts, but hell, it's my head...I think.
I hate running.
After about mile 2 I usually hope someone drives by and asks if I need a ride. Of all the time I've been running, no one, not a single person has ever stopped.
I realize that being fit is a good thing. I'm fairly fit. I'm 5'2" with my Big Shoes on and about 117#...but 5# on a short person is a sin! Ask my work pants I tried to cram myself into this morning. So that is it. I will continue my healthy program for 4-6 weeks and we'll see what happens.