“Just one more. Than I start my diet.”
My accidental pen pal, Andrew, who lives many miles away, recently disclosed that with all the at-work eating he’s become more of himself. I call Andrew my accidental pen pal because we never formally made the arrangement the write to each other. I wrote to him and he answered and then I answered his letter etc. This has been going on for over a year and a half with no end in sight. We each love getting a letter every week and having a place to vent our own particular brand of crazy to a specific person. I get my Andrew letter every Thursday.
But back to the Andrew Eating Plan, better known as AEP. Pronounce that if you can. Andrew wrote to tell me that he decided to take control of his health and weight and wellbeing and said he figured out something that he thought might work for him. First, he decided to take one food out of his diet every week. Week one was sugar.
That was the end of the treats that people brought to work. But it was the only thing on the “Don’t Eat” under penalty of death list. I don’t remember what week two brought, but early on pizza was put on the list. Such an easy thing to pick up on the way home from work.
As Andrew went from week to week he’d keep me in the loop. I sat in admiration, but not imitation. Atta boy, I’d write to him.
And then, Andrew decided to add exercise to his program. Ugh! I missed going to the gym this morning. That makes 5 years in a row. What was he thinking! Andrew was thinking that he needed to run for 30 minutes every day. His initial endeavors were more a walk run with an emphasis on walk. But he persisted. After about a month he was doing the 30 minute run. Go, Andrew!
At this point guilt and inspiration set in and I took sugar out of my diet. Running was out of the question. I needed to find something a bit more productive. I decided to work on my numerous flower beds, every day for 30 minutes. They were, as my husband noted, looking a bit neglected. Sugar is gone and the flowers are looking happier in their new weed free surroundings.
Better days are coming, Sweetie!
The latest report from Andrew is that he bought a scale. At the 5 week mark he’d lost 15 pounds. I do not own a scale. Not until they invent one that also measures sincerity. I have a lot of sincerity. I’m full of it!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.