treadmill vs. doughnut "the smackdown 2007"

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I know I have been writing about going to the gym for months now and havent gone. Well today was the day. Andy tried a new tactic, He made a to do list for me while he is out of town this week and put go to gym on it. My mom came down for dinner the other night saw the list and stated she would be down at 9 am on wed to watch Jack. OK that is a team attack but fine Ill go.

A little background, this is the facility I went for cardiac rehab for 3 months following surgery so they all know me. I came in and the receptionist said "OH Suzanne Im so glad you are back. " How could I not want to be there. Long story short I went on the treadmill and did my mile in almost twice the time it took me when last I was there. Fuckers Im out of shape. My cardiac nurse came over and did an ekg for baseline and said all was fine blood pressure 110/66 great HR 115, perfect. OK gotta start made an appointment with the trainer for tomorrow and the cardio class at 9am.

The smackdown,
Finish the workout feeling good.
say so long to all my heart attack comrades, members of the zipper club.

Jump sassily into the blazer and hit the road--------
There it is...
oh shit.....

THE BAKEHOUSE
my downfall last time.

Biscotti, cannolli, bagels, scones, frittatta. quiche, OH MY GOSH I AM HAVING CHEST PAIN
Not really but it reminded me of the times I CUT CARDIAC REHAB TO GO TO THE BAKEHOUSE!!!!!!!
yes cut like in school.
by myself, sit there with the old people meeting their friends for coffeee and a muffin, me in my gym clothes, hiding with a blueberry scone a vanilla latte' and a bag with bagels and a panini spinach pizza/

OH SUZIE SHAME SHAME SHAME...
I kept on going today I passed by but did roll down the window to smell the aroma of fresh baked asiago paninni with tomato basil.
Gotta get home gotta get home.

I made it home without food or carb heaven artery cloggers.

I will try to find a pic of me skinny to post here and one fat to inspire me to keep going.
I am an addict, have been for 18 years, really my whole life just replacement. drugs, nope, alcohol, nope, cigarettes, done, pills, on hold, food I dream it.
12 steps here i come. I am grateful I worked in detox all those years it helps me to see where I can be if I am not careful.
God help me to do the right thing today and not overeat.
Have a great day.

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