This morning I took it upon myself to mix things up. I ran, in hiking boots, up the hill and back (one mile) and then did yoga. You see, I've been doing one or the other, but lately, it isn't cutting it. With what I'm reading in "Younger Next Year" that's kind of a no-brainer with age... you have to do more to combat the battle of the bulge and battle of the blah.
I ate all kinds of food yesterday.. after my completely practical big lunch of salmon and salad and quinoa, some women prepared a feast for a meeting I had for work. Lasagna, macaroni and cheese (who are these women who don't have to watch their pastas?) and cookies galore - which I ate. two.
The authors in the book use one of my favorite terms - "drapery" legs. If that doesn't get you going, I don't know what will. Well, that and the thought of less wobble in the triceps... and I also really like the way these guys keep saying "younger next year, not next week!"
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