Where? Nowhere

Week four on the treadmill. My pace is up, my time on the mill is up but according to some research, the treadmill is getting me nowhere. No kidding. I shared this information with friend (and co-dieter) and she thought it was hysterical. "Well, of course you're getting nowhere, you're on a treadmill!" Ha, ha, very funny. I get it. I'm in my room, not going anywhere. BUT...according to this research the treadmill is an okay workout but it will not help me achieve my long-term weight loss goals.

???

So you mean I am sweating my patooty off for nothing? And I have to be honest, I disagree with this so-called 'research'. While I am walking, I may physically BE in my room - which, by the by, I thank God every day that my husband finally painted the room before I started this endeavor - but in my mind, I am in different places throughout the workout.

I told you all about my disco-assortment, so when I'm 2.8ing it along to "I Say a Little Prayer", I can actually see myself singing it with my friends (and yes, we're in the restaurant scene from "My Best Friends Wedding"). At the 3.0 level of "Dancing on the Ceiling", I am back at SUNY Westbury in a kickline competition back in 1987. "New Attitude" at 3.2 also has me at SUNY but back in 1986 - and yes, I looked hot in my red and white uniform with pom-poms on my shoes. By the time I am up to 3.5 and "It's My Life" is rocking, no, I'm not making out with Jon Bon Jovi but I am in a gym practicing my boxing moves. A picture of whoever has annoyed me in the last day or so is usually on my invisible punching bag. This is a HUGE stress reliever. So, how can I be getting nowhere? It's just not possible!

Tomorrow morning when I throw on my sneakers and start up my treadmill, I will be celebrating the small victory of losing 6 pounds in 3 weeks and several inches total body. I will also applaud the fact that I am not sucking wind anymore until I am WAY into my workout. I may never leave the freshly-painted four walls of my bedroom, but luckily I have an active imagination and each morning finds me bee-bopping not only around the country but also time traveling.

Getting nowhere? I beg to differ.

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