Summer is finally here, and
the summer projects have begun.  I learned after nearly losing my
sanity last summer, that a summer of nothing doesn’t work for me. 
I have to have purpose.  So … this summer I am working on
getting my real estate license just to have something to do.  The
class is online and at my own pace, though, and so far, my pace has
been snail-like.  They sent me a huge telephone book sized
textbook.  I eagerly read Ch. 1 which was all about how wonderful
California is and thought, “Hey, this is gonna be a piece of
cake!”  Well, Ch. 2 turned out to be infinitely more difficult
than Ch. 1 so I’ve been taking a big long break. 



Project number two is to
finally actually get less flabby.  I bought Bob Greene’s total
body makeover book used from Amazon, read it in a couple days, and then
put it on my coffee table where it is now gathering dust. 

I actually like the plan
because it doesn’t really involve any convoluted dieting … just five
simple rules that all seem to make good sense.

        1.  Eat breakfast.

          2.  Abstain from alcohol.

          3.  Drink at least six 8-oz. glasses of water a day.

          4.  Have an eating cutoff time at least two hours before going to bed.

          5.  Be conscious of what you eat and why you are eating it.

Sounds pretty simple, eh?



Well, I’ve got the eating
part down; the hard part is the exercise regime.  It involves six
days a week of cardio and what Bob calls functional exercises and three
days of strength training a week.  Got started all gung ho and
then couldn’t find my weights. 



Of course that meant that I
had to clean my closet.  Cleaning my closet meant getting rid of
lots of old clothes, and getting rid of old clothes led to shopping for
new clothes which, in turn, led to a big mess of shopping bags and
clutter all over the bedroom.  And then, of course, buyer’s
remorse sets in and the vicious cycle of “shopping bulimia”
begins.  Binge and purge … half the new clothes need to be
returned to the store, half of those end up being exchanged for
something else that catches my eye instead of getting returned. 
New purchases are brought home, mulled over, and then returned
again.  And I still haven’t found my weights.



So, I’m back to square one
… or actually week one of the 12-week plan.  In 12 short weeks
I’m supposed to be a whole new me, but apparently Bob Greene may have
bitten off more than he can chew in my case.