Gazelle Workout | Day 1

This is the first day of the rest of my life. It’s also the day I changed my morning routine (may need some fine tuning, but I’ll get there). I still let the dogs out, emptied the dishwasher, and gave the dogs food and water. However, I didn’t get to sit and savor a full cup of coffee – only about a third of it.

First of all, I wrote down measurements of key areas I want to shrink. It’s not about weight loss for me. It’s about the loss of inches and feeling great. Of course, I wouldn’t be upset over losing up to 10 pounds, but I wouldn’t want to lose any more than that! I’m not going to share those measurements but as time goes on, I will share inches lost. I’m round enough in the middle to have to take two measurements there – one around the smallest part (where I do NOT wear my pants), and one around the latitude of my naval. GASP! The other key areas for me are hips, upper thighs, and upper arms.

Workout music for Day 1: Michael Jackson – This is It

Since it’s been so long since I’ve exercised, I made it a mile this morning. I followed that with about half a song’s worth of scissors (stand sideways) for my hips and outer thighs.

You might think the Tony Little Gazelle is extremely limited in what it can work out, but that’s not accurate. I’ll let you know later, I’m sure, where I feel it. You can vary the angle that you lean, the length of your stride, stand on your toes (great Carrie Bradshaw workout!), and even work your arms more by leaning forward and pushing or leaning back and pulling with your arms.

My other goal is for a stronger heart. I have mitral valve prolapse and have been noticing more palpitations lately (some seem quite angry). Imagine your heart flopping around in your chest. I’m not exaggerating! I’m used to it, but it does start to bother me when it gets more persistent.

I start things I don’t finish a lot, but I hope this isn’t one of them. Past experience proves that exercise can become addictive, and that’s what I want!

Darcy Elliott

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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