Exercising my options ..

We have started walking 2 miles a day - as unbelievable as that sounds. Paul and I are usually the spectators when it comes to any outdoor physical activities, but since we are moving to the beach, we need to work on on future beach bodies, so we decided to walk each morning while he is off from work. It takes us about 40 minutes to make the circuit; I realize that this time is nothing to really brag about, but it is the quality of the walk, not just the quantity that counts. We have a blast being together and making snide remarks about other overweight people, mostly who are gasping for air beside us on the benches that are situated every quarter mile or so. I have fancy walking shoes that are shaped like the rocking chair bottoms. These are to help tighten my buttocks, according to the commercials. What it really does is keep me constantly bobbing about, like those people you see on subways that just rock back and forth all the time. It's like doing the potty dance. And the soles are 3 inches thick! If I fall over, it takes 2 men and a boy to get me upright again! Paul walks in loafers.. has no problem whatsoever. This morning, a group from the Firing Center were jogging circles around us as we plodded down the Greenway path. Tall, lithe, fit, not out of breath .. WE HATE THEM. (The Firing Center is a nearby Army Base.)We don't really hate them, we are just JEALOUS that there is NO HOPE of every being in that kind of shape again. Oh sure, if we were really dedicated and went on strict diets, and worked at it every day we could do it, but come on! Get a life! That is SO not going to happen! I don't mind being old and overweight.. just as long as my buttocks can crack walnuts..