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[featherynscale]

In other news, I walked 9/10ths of a mile today at lunch. I understand that this is not much compared to the sort of walking a lot of the folks on my flist are doing, but when you are a large fat sedentary slug such as myself, 9/10ths of a mile is nothing to sneeze at. It's a hell of a lot farther than I normally walk in a day, anyway. We'll just ignore the part where the reason I walked all that was to pick up fish and chips, won't we?

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[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

My knees are fine on flat ground. And I didn't huff or puff, which is good. I don't mind particularly about being fat and sluglike except in that I fear it will one day begin to interfere with me being able to do normal usual things.

Also, as the other folks in the house pointed out to me, I was going to eat the fish and chips anyway, so it was probably a net gain to walk to get them. So, yeah, go me! (And I think you can adapt the logic to your cigarettes.)

[greektoomey.livejournal.com]

I think the "fat and sluglike" thing is a trick of the mirror, distorting perspective.

Whatever your physical condition, it need not interfere with normal things. One thing I've been thinking about lately, precipitated by dumbbell exercises and my batshit conditioning program, is that the human body is astounding in its ability to adapt.

E.g., if an object is too heavy for you to lift, but you keep trying, eventually your body will adapt so that you can lift it. Alternately, if you stop exerting your body, it will adapt back into a weakened state in which it is only capable of doing the things you regularly ask it to do.

So, you can continue to be "fat and sluglike" if you like... just occasionally walk a mile for some fish'n'chips and you won't lose the ability to walk a mile.

I was at a conditioning seminar the other day, and the presenter said that muscle tone only requires one exercise per week to maintain.

I'm certain that you know all of this, and I appreciate your forbearance while I indulge in reflection.