Serenity's Posts - TBD2024-03-28T12:06:52ZSerenityhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/Serenityhttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2190221712?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://teebeedee.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=0yazz6cmju59h&xn_auth=noDiet and Exercisetag:teebeedee.ning.com,2012-12-10:1991841:BlogPost:14070902012-12-10T14:00:00.000ZSerenityhttps://teebeedee.ning.com/profile/Serenity
<p>When I was a kid I never had to seek out exercise. It was all around me. I got up in the wee hours, got the grain for the horses, walked to the pasture, made sure they had water, gave them hay in the winter, grained them as necessary, mucked out stalls, went back, gathered chicken eggs (in the summer), did the rest of my chores, got cleaned up and either went to school or did more chores. I got my own breakfast most of the time because everyone was busy. It was life on the farm and it was…</p>
<p>When I was a kid I never had to seek out exercise. It was all around me. I got up in the wee hours, got the grain for the horses, walked to the pasture, made sure they had water, gave them hay in the winter, grained them as necessary, mucked out stalls, went back, gathered chicken eggs (in the summer), did the rest of my chores, got cleaned up and either went to school or did more chores. I got my own breakfast most of the time because everyone was busy. It was life on the farm and it was good - and when I was a teenager I was 103 pounds of muscle and bone. I could pick up my Mom or my Dad and carry them around like kids.</p>
<p>Nowadays I ride around in a horseless carriage and I don't have any arduous chores. I don't even whip cream by hand with an old whisk. Instead I get up before god lights the sky and go to the gym. This morning I ran into an exercise buddy who is one tough mama. We don't speak the same language so we use our own pigden form of sign. It works. For two hours we run, bike, arc train, elliptical, do free-weight training, sit ups and stretches. When I get out to the car the seat tries to crawl away from me since I shower at home. </p>
<p>I don't think I'll ever be 103 pounds again and if I got there I'd probably look like an apple doll head. </p>
<p>Then I get home and instead of having the Denny's or MacDonald all-american breakfast I sigh and throw lettuce (yes, lettuce), carrots, cukes, a locally grown apple from the farm stand, some protein powder and a banana into a Ninja blender and let 'er rip. Since I have problems digesting salad this makes an easy way to get my veggies, even if it is not exactly thrilling. </p>
<p>Lunch? I'll make another thrilling veggie and protein drink so I am a healthy gal. I can take it with me, so it is easy enough to fit in with my 64 ounces of water and pot of coffee or green tea. Yes, coffee is healthy. Honest. </p>
<p>Dinner? Maybe another drink. Yes, I am gastronomically boring. Maybe some fish. Maybe an egg and some soup. Or some porridge.</p>
<p>Maybe if/when I get to my fitness and desired weight I'll change my eating habits. Or maybe not. These days if I look at food it attacks me and hangs off my body. </p>
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