Half an Hour of Agony

Half an hour of agony. That’s me on the Stairmaster. So why do I do it? Because it makes the other twenty-three and half hours much better. I have a love/hate relationship with the Stairmaster Free Climber 4200 at the gym where I work out. I love that I do it and I hate doing it. I have found that the call of God on my life is much more livable if I stay in shape. Not Olympic gold medal shape, but feel good about myself, stay healthy and make it to the end of my journey shape.

I know there are hundreds of fitness books and plans on the market. Here is the BZ Fitness Plan: EAT CLOSE TO THE GROUND AND MOVE.

Eat close to the ground. That doesn’t mean eating Twinkies while sitting on the floor, but trying to eat somewhat natural and unprocessed. Do you want to lose weight? Let me tell you a secret: Sugar is the enemy. I know a guy who lost twenty pounds by doing nothing other than cutting pop out of his diet. Train yourself to regard fruits as sweet instead of junk with tons of sugar.

Move. Death is still, no movement. Movement belongs to life. So if you want to stay alive, keep moving. You don’t have to torture yourself with half an hour of agony like I do — I’m weird that way, I like to see how hard I can push myself — you can actually do something you enjoy for half an hour, but find some way to move. Peri likes to walk (and talk) with her walking buddies. If you see me on the Stairmaster: Don’t talk to me (I’m in agony and I probably won’t reply).

I suppose I could stretch this out to three hundred pages and try to sell it to you for twenty dollars, but I think I’ll just keep it simple and give it to you free: Eat close to the ground and move. You’ll like life better if you do.

BZ (Resting heart rate of 50. Yeah!)