Exercise and Chocolate Cake

I found this article on Ilana Angel’s Keeping the Faith blog. She made me laugh at the thought of baking a cake to celebrate the arrival of an exercise machine. I love her attitude and outllook on life.

An Elliptical, Recumbent Bike and Chocolate Cake

by Ilana Angel

I bought a new exercise machine yesterday. She is a beauty and I love her. She is both an elliptical machine and a recumbent exercise bike. She is sleek, pretty, easy to operate, and effective. I was so excited to meet her I celebrated her arrival by baking a chocolate cake. Yes. I baked a cake as I admired the gorgeous addition to my home.

I sat on her, settled in, and made myself comfortable as I tried her out. By settled in of course I mean I had more cake while peddling in the very comfortable recumbent seat. I stood on the elliptical and was surprised by how easily she glided and how quiet it was. When I ordered a pizza they didn’t even know I was exercising.

I woke up and admired her as I threw out the chocolate cake and pizza. It begins today. No more excuses, no more crap food, and no more feeling sorry for myself. I have been in a funk since I discovered I had thyroid cancer and been a lazy ass since my surgery to remove my thyroid. I’m not sick and need to stop acting like I am.

I spend a lot of time watching TV for work and will now exercise while I watch. I’m determined to work out 30 minutes in the morning, 30 minutes at night, and an hour while I watch reality shows for blogging. It may take awhile to get there, but I will. My cancer scare is over and the time has come to take control of my life.

It is not about losing weight as much as getting healthy. Losing weight is a bonus, but I want to be healthy in mind, body, and spirit. Cancer screws up your head and the worry is exhausting. I’m done with letting that bitch decide how I live my life.  I am fabulous, I am cancer free, and I’m a bitch too so she needs to back off.

It was great pizza and even better cake. I will remember them as it will be a while until I indulge again. The only thing better than the cake was the look on my son’s face as he walked in and saw me eating cake while pedaling. It was a funny and motivating moment. This kid has his entire life ahead of him and I want to be here to see it.

I’m off to do 30 minutes. I’m a little nervous because half an hour sounds really long, but I’ll get it done. I have a wonderful son and terrific life so I need to be healthy. I can’t control cancer, but I can take care of my body and it would be a shame not to. Life is a blessing and my ass is growing, so I’m going in and keeping the faith.



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