Slow Starts and good results

After my gig in Arkansas, I had the rare opportunity to actually get home on a Saturday night. It felt so good, it almost seemed like I was cheating. Exhausted, I fell into bed at 10, and slept until 8:30 the next morning. Max, my dog, was not very happy about this. He started pushing the imaginary "button" on the side of my bed at about 7 am. I kept putting the "snooze" on him.

"Not yet Max. Settle."

He laid down for increments of 10 minutes at the most. When he could take it no more, and I saw the time-I felt like a cruel Mom. As I leaned up on the bed, he rushed downstairs and padded back and forth at the back door, tail wagging furiously.

"I'm coming sweet boy. Sorry your moma . . ." That's all I got out as my feet slipped out from under me on the way down the stairs. Bam, whack, snap, thud. Rear-end, tailbone, middle-back, and head, just in that order, hit the wood. This to him, was a game. He rushed back to the stairwell, whimpering. I was whimpering too.

"Wait a second. Wait Mister," I grunted and groaned as I tried to straighten up.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww. Ugh!" I wondered if I should tell someone, just in case I fainted or had some late-blooming concussion or something. I didn't. Out we went to play ball. Everything hurt.

I still walked that day, and today too. I couldn't run. My tailbone hurt too much.

Why would I do that? Because I am on a good track. Between simple things like walking, and my 'oh-so-dry' Weight Watchers program, I am actually losing weight. I am up to 8 pounds now, and that might as well be 50 to a twenty-year-old.

Move more, eat less. If I can do it, you can do it. Misery loves company and all.
Come on if you are hesitating. This really does work. No magic pill. No fake expectations. Just good old fashioned work and slow old fashioned real results.
Do it!