Monday

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As anyone who has ever dieted knows, Monday’s the day.

The day you kick a lifetime of bad habits out the door, and usher in the new and improved you.

The day you pop out of bed, hit the treadmill and the shower, and get it together…all of it, everything on that DIY improvement list in your head.

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The only problem with Monday is, there’s always another one coming along ๐Ÿ™‚

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No Excuse

It’s no secret I have an on again, off again relationship with exercise. Mostly off these days.

I have no excuse, not with Covid still lurking about. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.

As an official senior citizen, with a cheque from the federal government to prove it, I’d like to claim age as an excuse, but that’s BS and Bill Mason knows it.

Bill is 96 years old. He’s recovering from a stroke he had two years agoโ€”and he works out twice a week.

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On a suggestion from his grandson,

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Bill decided to try a Crossfit class for seniors. He celebrated his 96th birthday by doing a series of deadlifts, sit-ups, push-ups, and a 200-metre row.

See what I mean? No excuse.

Monday, first thing.

Heard that before, huh? Yeah, me too ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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Good Intentions

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Good intentions might, or might not, pave the road to hell, but they don’t take you one metre down the path to a happier number on the scale.

Not when your jog around the track at the park ends up at the local Dairy Queen and your fifteen minute stint on the rowing machine has you pawing through the freezer for that ice cream sandwich you swore you weren’t going to eat.

If only all it took to fit into your thin clothes were good intentions, but I hear it takes something called discipline.

Something I don’t have ๐Ÿ™‚

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