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I did it twice

For months now i keep looking and saying "i have to find my fitbit".  Smart ass put it in a place where i wouldn't lose it and then i moved.  To date, i've been able to find anything i was looking for within moments, including a birth certificate.  BUT, my fitbit is still missing in action.

Last night Cathy talked me into taking water aerobics.  Now, i'm not passing judgement, i'm the LAST person to pass judgement HOWEVER.......all i can think about is white haired (ehem) old ladies standing around in a pool waving beach balls.  I know, this is unfair.  And because i'm now signed up, i will soon find out if it is accurate.  I purchased a bathing suit.  My friend Tracy will be delighted since now i won't be scavenging hers when i go to her house.  Ugh.  The humiliation.

Because we (Cathy and I) were discussing the perplexing problem of eating correctly yet not losing weight (i eat correctly when i feel like it, which is MY problem) we were discussing the need to actually sweat.  You know. Move.  A lot.  I did this before simply by walking but that was a lot of years ago so i'm thinking it won't be so simple this time.  So aerobics in the pool, walking, and dancing will be the compromise.

Yes, i want to be in shape, no i don't want to bore the shit out of myself.  And it's hard to read while in a pool or walking or dancing.......and i don't get enough time to do THAT.  Excuses.  Valid, but still an excuse.  So today I purchased ANOTHER fitbit.

You don't think i'm doing this shit and not getting credit, do you?


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