It's not the thighs that matter; it's the thought that counts!

I need to lose weight.  All success stories start with a plan.

Day 1 - Went to the mega store to buy a DVD and hand weights.  When did stores get so big?  You need a moving sidewalk to get around these stores.  That was a workout in itself.  Found the hand weights.  Carried them to car.

Day 2 - Unwrapped DVD.  First was the outer cellophane wrapper.  But it was so tight I couldn't get my fingernail under the edge of it even if I could see it, which I couldn't - CAUSE I'M OVER 50!  After much swearing and chipped nails, managed to remove wrapper.  Ready to workout.  Oops, found layer of tape on the edge.  Another chipped nail, and that tape now off.  Go to open DVD.  Nope, still MORE tape at top edge.  Isn't the outer seal enough?  Too frustrated to exercise; walked to freezer and ate ice cream.

Day 3 - Had to figure out the 2 remotes.  One turns on TV, the other the DVD player.  But the TV has to be reconfigured to accept viewing DVDs.  Hmm, which button to choose?  Had to dig out mat for floor.  Blow off inch of dust encasing mat.  Find tennis shoes.  Where are they?  Are they still called tennis shoes?  Gym shoes?  Running shoes?  More dust.  Where did I put the hand weights?  By the time I figure out TV, DVD player, remote controls and find gear, I realize I'm too tired, again, to exercise.

Day 4 - Went through closet to find old exercise clothes.  Put on stretch Nike pants.  I look like sausage in casing.  Remove stretch pants and find old pair of sweat pants and tee shirt.  Dog needs to go outside. Take her for quick walk while yelling the entire way for her to quit eating goose droppings.  Get dog back indoors.  She needs to eat.  Feed dog and decide to feed fish while I'm at it.  Start DVD.  Have to watch ten minutes of previews, medical instructions and introduction before actual program begins.  No buttons on remote to bypass all of this nonsense as DVD does not allow this.  Time to fix dinner before husband gets home from work.  After dinner, too full to exercise.

Day 5 - No more excuses; this is IT!  Start program.  Holy crap; this lady has no compassion.  Unfortunately I don't sweat so I feel like a pressure cooker ready to explode.  The jumping jacks alone winded me.  Why do I suddenly feel I need guidance with walking, running, jumping.  Kids do this for hours with a smile and my body parts are flapping in too many directions at one time.  Did you ever break a thermometer as a kid and watch the mercury and try to clean it up?  Harnessing my flying fat was kinda like containing mercury in one spot.

Day 6 and beyond - yes I did manage to go from Level 1 onto the final Level 3 and have begrudgingly continued to exercise.

Do I do it every day?  No.  Will I ever enjoy it?  Possibly.  While it has taken three months and I'm only down ten pounds, I have continued to see results.  It is encouraging to know I can still have success when I put my mind to it, which is a joyous feeling.