exercise for older women
Exercise is not a pretty name, in fact it puts the lazy gene in fast action.
I hate exercise and I always will, BUT, there comes a time in your life that you have to give in or face the mirror in horror.
I worked as a school teacher for forty years, and moved around the school room and walked the halls, up and down the stairs, so I felt I got enough exercise and my weight was good. W
hen I reached the age of seventy-five, I decided it was time to cut back a little, so I switched to part time and spent two days at home retired.
That word is almost as bad as exercise.
A couple of months later, I noticed that my skirts were getting a little tighter.
What the heck, I was still at school thirty hours, how could this be?
I knew I was picking a lot, when I went by the fridge, but could it make this much difference?
I knew that my kids had a treadmill and stationary bike in the basement so I thought I would give them a whirl.
Not as easy as it sounds.
I was so stiff after the first couple of days, I thought I would never walk again.
I carefully made out a schedule and told myself I would stick to it.
I did for a week, but I was just about croaking.
I stopped for a week, chastised myself and started again.
At eleven A.M. fifteen minutes on the bike, twelve minutes forward and twelve minutes pumping backward. I stretched for two minutes.
It took me some time to get into it, but then, if I did not exercise, I missed it.
Later it was the treadmill, same schedule. It was easier than the bike.
I turned eighty-two, July 31, and I am still at it.
I call myself the spinning queen.
On the days that I work I Spin directly after work
The next day I start out on the treadmill and later use the bike.
To tell you truth I love it and I am not stiff and I feel great.