I stretched my arms and legs with the methods they teach you in high school gym class - simple but good enough for now. And I actually do want to work on upper-body strength too, not just exercising my heart, so I did about 4 sets of 30 times lifting a bag with some weight in it (I know, I'm totally ghetto with my methods at the moment but give me a break). And then I did a bunch of crunches. Then I rode the exercise bike, listening to my The Chariotradio station on Pandora of course, for almost 20 minutes and I reached 3 miles going about 55 rpm most of the time.
At 6 o'clock tonight I would have had to tell you that I only had just less than one banana today, but I picked that up this evening too by having a desert that consisted of half of a large carrot (organic I think), a whole apple (again, I believe it was organic, we buy local), and then a glass of a mix of POM pomegranate juice (real-juice company started by a local!) and no-sugar-added blueberry juice. For lunch I had an egg (yay protein!) on a bagel (boooo, i eat too much starch though, so I gotta be careful). But anyways. So, in all, I had two fruits, half a vegetable, a glass of real fruit juice, an egg, and two starches (yes, I skipped breakfast :z cause I got up late again). Which, now that I add it up, isn't really a whole lot at all. Dang. Oh yeah, and I guess I should admit that I had a few sweets today. I've had a real issue with that, especially over vacation, I have literally been abusing my body, not even neglecting, but abusing. I need to get away from it. But! the magic in all this is that, after I exercised this evening, I actually wanted to eat healthy food. I guess it's a sort of "I don't want to kill my progress" mentality. So maybe I should that approach every time I want to eat a junk food. And especially, I need to think of what I would eat if I was starving and I did not want to kill myself. I mean, I have healthy food available to me, so why would I not eat it? Especially if I was on a desert island starving to death and I needed to nourish my body. And I just keep thinking about Echo and how much she has wanted to be strong and take care of her body and how she really wanted to get into body building, but now she can't really do a whole lot at all. She can't even actually eat food, she only depends on formula and gatorade that pumps into her body through a stomach tube. So, when you talk about simple pleasures of life, exercising and keeping your body happy and healthy only makes sense, what harm can it do? It's a gift to yourself that only you can give. Nobody else can gift it to you.
Here are a few recent pictures of the beginning of my journey: