I work on the 9th floor and Pete, my manager, young family man, started taking the stairs a couple of weeks ago and so I took his lead. Colleagues are always 'popping out' for breakfast or a smoke in work time and so I decided, for the good of me and to benefit my employer, I too would start having mini workouts, also very concerned about invisible visceral fat.
Two weeks in and I'm aiming for two or three times a day, down to the ground and back up to the 9th. I'm still fine running down all 9 floors and still panting my way back up to the 9th. My thighs, to the touch, feel like they're made of iron and the scale is going up but surprisingly, I feel like my work pants are looser.
Despite the added poundage and the iron thighs, I'm convinced that the visceral is melting, and so... I shall continue with this regime. What the hell, it's cheaper than the gym.
Today is Sunday. I met Carol this morning for coffee, we're like therapists for each other, thank God. We both believe that people are in each others lives for a reason and we appreciate each other and don't take anything for granted.
Supposed to pick up Sue for coffee at 11.15 but she wasn't up to it, fingers crossed for next weekend, and then I met Lee at 2. Been a good day.
I told Carol yesterday that I'd be pressed for time and we would need to talk quickly, which we have no trouble with and indeed, we did. Carol and I have a lot in common and while neither of us are particularly religious, we're both pretty... spiritual? Is that the word I'm looking for? We both believe that people come into our lives for a reason and we're both open enough to attempt to embrace it and go with it and see what comes out of it.
I could go on about this but I won't, not just now anyway.
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