I have a dream, and in that dream I
want to lose ten kilos by my 50th birthday this year. Now in order to
make that dream a reality I have to take on necessary measures that
include more physical activity and a lean diet.
Okay, depending on what you may call
fat, I believe I am not that chubby and I wonder where all the kilos are
hidden on my frame.
Taking an honest assessment, my backside
boasts of a healthy rump and attached to a pair of hips that never seem
to lie so I guess a great deal of my weight lays there.
My stomach is far from flat courtesy of
child bearing abilities and a weakness for frothy drinks that come in
dark bottles. I am hoping my brain matter takes credit for some of the
mass my body possesses.
Attending a training programme out of
town recently I was not impressed by the way I looked in the photos
taken by the ‘jua kali’ photographer.
I decided there and then that the
campaign for shedding off the extra pounds had better kick off in
earnest. In a bid to push the cause further I have taken on skipping and
I can assure you if you are as unfit as I am even a few jumps make you
pant as if you are climbing mount Kilimanjaro.
Boasting to a friend when I bought the
skipping rope I declared rather prematurely that I could handle 200
jumps with ease. Wapi!
On day one I struggled to do 36 jumps
without stopping and I wondered what madness had overtaken me.
Attempting another 30 or so jumps I called it a day.
I had to agree I was no longer a spring chicken and after weighing myself on the bathroom scale I decided la lutta continua.
In order to build up the right attitude
for the daily fitness routine I drum up a swag to the spot where I jump
up and down like a yoyo.
I am not too sure when I will reach the
200 jump target in one session but I have consoled myself if I stick to
the plan I should be so much fitter by the time I celebrate my next
birthday.
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