Now, I am not jumping with both feet into the assumption that exercise is mostly responsible, not yet, but I am somewhat concerned. Pleased with the apparent loss, yes, but I have been around this block enough times to know that I need to go around this block a few more times to know that it’s actually working.
I was hoping that for me, exercise of the kind that I don’t really like and don’t really want to do would not really be a critical success factor. After all, some sources say that exercise isn’t a factor at all — look at all of the fat people who pay for gym memberships. Like I did, before they invented teenagers to mob the gyms and use up all of the air conditioning.
Then again, I acknowledge that I am probably not quite the Genius that all of the Internet IQ tests say I am.
I am a reasonably intelligent person, don’t get me wrong. But when it comes to some topics, like politics, power tools, and of course, physical fitness, I am a member of an entirely different demographic … Sort of like the one described by Jim, the Waco Kid, to Bart, the new Sheriff of Rock Ridge in Blazing Saddles (1974) :
Jim: You’ve got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know … morons.
Dense as clay I can surely be when the topic is right, or when it is convenient. I was thinking all that is needed is for my body to get accustomed to new food while keeping up with the regular farm chores. Not starving anymore, it would start shedding pounds by the dozens without any more exercise than I normally get as a simple farmer. But four weeks of doing that, pfffft. Add some periodic heavy breathing in the target heart rate zone, ta-daaaa.
Maybe. We shall see. In the meantime, I will keep up with the exercise. Because I like the WTF? head-tilt I get from Lulu when I am on my recumbent bike. And because exercise keeps me from going stiff while I read. I have found, in spite of my fears to the contrary, that I can have both Kindle and bike electronics going simultaneously without playing the guest-star victim of spontaneous combustion in my own episode of The X-Files.