For the past three nights I have been getting myself tucked into bed before 11pm. That’s pretty good for me because I am a notorious night owl. I enjoy the peace and quiet after the Hubby goes to bed and the cat has found a quiet spot and I can turn on re-runs of HGTV and just veg out. But that also means that the later I stay up, the later I want to sleep in the next morning. I am attempting to adjust my internal clock, so that I can get up an extra twenty minutes earlier than normal to “do something physical” to jumpstart my metabolism (as I mentioned in an earlier post).
I set all the monitors and beepy things for 20 minutes. It told me I had to get my heart rate up to 144 at 2.8 miles per hour with a steep incline in order to shed 175 calories. I assume it knows what it’s talking about, so I hit enter and begin my trek.
After two minutes, I was huffing and puffing and complaining. After five minutes I was ready to quit. After 8 minutes I was afraid I was about to fall off the damn thing as the incline was so steep I had to hang onto the handles to keep from tumbling over backwards! Then it yelled at me, in its mocking beepy tone, because I had removed my hands from the heart monitors while trying to hang on for dear life!
Hubby came running in when he heard all the noise. He thought for sure I had exploded right then and there. No, it’s just HAL reminding me of his complete control over my current existence. Evil, evil HAL…
Yes, I managed to hang on for the full twenty minutes. When HAL stated that I had to “cool down” for an additional five minutes…I thought I would just die.