Walking is one of Fodder’s and my favourite activities, which makes it ideal for this program we signed on with because in order to persevere with at least 30 minutes of cardio at least six days a week, you either have to enjoy the exercise – or have a much steelier discipline than I do.
During the first seven days of the program, when my diet changed from Lots o’ Starch ‘n Tea to Adequate Protein with Heaps of Fruit and Veg we were also suddenly drinking eight glasses of water a day. As well, more ounces were hidden in our daily five, seven or ten servings of fresh apples, carrots and celery.
On the plus side, all that water kept me feeling satisfied even on a mere three meals a day. The downside was that I now had to plan my walking routes to ensure that no matter where I was, I could reach a public toilet within minutes.
To help me cope with all the changes, I established a mantra.
“It’s only for a week,” I chanted to myself as I checked the clock, only to see I had to wait another hour for my next meal.
“It’s only for a week,” Fodder and I assured each other – just before we dashed off to our separate loos.
If we were out together, somewhere with a single washroom, well, there was instant conflict between between chivalry (“Ladies first”), filial respect (“No, no, you go ahead, Fodder”), and desperation. It wasn’t pretty.
All together now: “It’s only for a week.”