Two months from now, I will be seeing my Cardiologist again. My periodic check-ups are now set to every four months, which is a lot better than when I used to see him every month. That means, he is pleased with my progress; my hypertension is under control.
The last time I went though, he was not pleased with my weight gain, as I have considerably put on several pounds within four months. I was advised to shed those extras off.
What have I done so far? None. Prior to my Dad’s demise, I was regularly walking at least 1 mile a day. Not that much, if you ask me, but hey, it is definitely better than not doing anything. Everything was halted though when I went back to the Philippines, and I have not gotten back to it since I got here.
I’ve been bad, really lazy; because I have all the time in the world as someone has been doing all the house chores here, but instead of going back to my regimen(Leslie Sansone’s Walk-Away Video), I always find myself either reading or watching TV or surfing the net. I wonder if I’d be forced to move and get off the couch, if there is a fitness equipment right here in the house. There is a gym here in our building, but I’m lazy to even go. I’m so not like my husband who is a slave of the gym, for as long as he is home.
I’m running out of time, I’m not sure I can do it. I haven’t lose a pound since I last saw my Cardio. Starve myself, maybe? What a desperate move!