I took the dog for another walk this evening, although she was a hell of a lot more rambunctious than she was last night. Nonetheless, I’ve got a feeling that it’s actually going to become a regular thing this summer, as we both need the exercise and it’s a nice break from staring at a computer screen all night. I figured that the route we’ve taken so far was about two miles long and even though I’ve never really considered walking to be exercise before, I’m sure it’s gotta be better than just walking back and forth between the refrigerator and the computer…

I guess I’ve also kinda started my “diet” this weekend, to go along with the whole exercise thing…you know, with bikini season in full tilt now and all! We’ve been down this road before, and I’ve never really been able to keep it up for more than a week or two, citing time constraints or some other nonsense, but now it’s not even a matter of cutting down so that I don’t need to carry as much lead while I’m diving (although that’s still a bonus!) – I just don’t want to have to buy a whole new wardrobe here shortly! Ok, so maybe it’s not that bad, but if I could manage to lose ten or twenty pounds this summer, it certainly couldn’t hurt much!

So this new diet that I’m trying now is one that I’ve somewhat created myself, or more so adapted from somebody else’s plan. Basically, my goal is to prove that this diet pill that they’re always advertising on the radio – calor-ad or cal-a-trim or whatever – is a bunch of hooey. You’ll note in the instructions that they also say that you need to drink eight glasses of water a day and stop eating three hours before bedtime, so I’m going to just do that and leave out the stupid pills altogether. Mind you, eight glasses of water is technically sixty-four ounces, or damn near two liters, which I’ve yet to be able to ingest in a single day…but that’s probably just because I keep leaving it until the last minute. I guess it basically comes down to not drinking much else other than water, so you hammer away at it all day, which could be tough because I’m also horrendously addicted to Dr. Pepper (the beverage, you sickos…), but we’ll see what happens.

The plan is lots of water, no more snacking late at night, a few sit-ups here and there, and a couple of miles wandering around town with the dog…twenty pounds in three months? Wish me luck!

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