When I finally cast aside my dreams of stardom in 1998 to move to Nashville to pursue a new career as a country songwriter, I became further and further removed from exercise. The food in the south, the lifestyle of drinking wine at every songwriter round, and the relaxed environment all contributed. I've allowed myself to get out of shape and overweight (Karen Voight would be so ashamed). Being laid up last year with a broken femur didn't help matters any. But the book, "Younger Next Year," makes it ultra clear that I need to get myself moving, and not just a little bit. This book makes a strong claim that if I want to live a long, full, life, I need to exercise strenuously for a minimum of 6 days a week--not just to lose weight, but to avoid bone loss and osteoporosis. I've already broken one major bone, I sure don't wanna break any more!
So this year, I'm going to follow the advice of "Younger Next Year." I have possibly 40 pounds to lose in order to be as small as I was back in 1983 (when the 20-Minute Workout show aired) but I don't think I need to get that small again! Right now, I'm simply going to focus on getting out of my "big girl pants" and comfortably back into my pants from 2010! (Notice that I don't disclose the size of my pants).
I'm now on day three of an experiment:
1) I'm committed to working out to the 20-Minute Workout dvds I have in my possession EVERY DAY to see how it works for women past 50. I can already confess that I must modify the work-out to a low impact version. I still can't jump on my recovering leg, besides, I recall that somewhere back in the late '80's while I was still an aerobic instructor at the Voight Fitness Center, high impact aerobics were beginning to be considered "dangerous" and low impact aerobics became the norm.
2) I'm still continuing my Senior(yikes!!)Water Aerobics class three days a week, where I do get to jump in the water without hurting myself.
3) I'm committed to hiking 2.5 miles around Radnor Lake twice a week.
So this is the plan, until I come up with a better one (or some lame excuse). 'Til then, my younger self is inspiring me with a four more, three more, two more...