One good thing about replacing our water main last month: we had to clear out the area around the washer/dryer set. That’s where the main pipe enters the house, and the plumbers needed to be able to get to the area and work in it.
Coincidentally, the treadmill is right next to the dryer. I haven’t been using the treadmill because of all the clutter—I had to squeeze in sideways to get to the thing.
Once the clutter had all been shoved into another part of the basement, I started walking on the treadmill again. One hour, every day, increasing the max speed a little each week. What the hell, I’m unemployed so I don’t have anything better to do. I could stand to lose twenty or thirty pounds, but mostly I wanted to improve my overall fitness.
The thing about regular exercise is that the more I move around, the more I want to move around. I have more energy, and I don’t like to sit still as much. I’m driving my husband nuts at night because I’m still bouncing around and wanting to go out and find something to do. As an added bonus, the IBS symptoms diminish greatly when I excercise regularly.
Lately I’ve noticed my jeans are getting awfully loose. Frequently I have to stop and hitch them up again. The cuffs keep getting wet and muddy because they’re dragging along the ground.
Yesterday I went to the bathroom and realized I had pulled them down without actually unbuttoning them.
This morning I dragged out an older pair of jeans, that I stopped wearing last year because they had gotten uncomfortably snug around my midsection. They’re still on the snug side, but not uncomfortably so. I’ve got a bit of a muffin top going on, but it’s better than constantly hitching my britches.