body talk

the song was overplayed and corny, but the catch lines let's get physical and especially let me hear your body talk is what exercising is about... this body I live in continues to say thank you and sing more, more, more, though it's not quite rebel yelling, at least not yet... I'm not sure that I know exactly what a rebel yell is, I mean precise sound when articulated, come to think of it... a yeee-haaa?... most of the last 17 years in the deep south and I've yet to be acclimated... but then, most of the beginning of this life was in NYC and I was never a real New Yorker either... I live in my head, after all...

so ten consecutive days of working out (9 gym, 1 Disney) and the body still asks for more when the Deputy comes to lock up... and each night, at least an hour on the lifecycle with increasing levels of resistence and speed (and therein caloric burn)... still not burning anywhere near the 1000 calories I want to set as a nightly goal, but approaching 700 calories burned in 60 minutes... weight loss is all about the calories burned... and since the first gym night (after the 4 day semi-fast), five more pounds were burned off... no big whoop as I'll consider myself satisfied when 32 more go, though people tell me to be happy with less cuz the body doesn't look that over-weight due to it's proportions... I know better... when I reach the 180 mark, I'll consider how much further to go... when I arrived in Florida 17 years ago and started running consistently again, I was 162... during the bike trip (from Detroit to Chicago via northen Michigan and Wisconson) when this body was 147... those were teenage years when I was running marathons and averaged 100 miles a week...

the body has these memories...

this is where this post ends because blogger did not save it as it is supposed to and it ate it... it was one of the best most motivating positive (for me, at least) posts I have written in years... the communication was not meant to be...

g'nite...