When I started on this rebounding road just about six weeks ago, I had no idea it would be
It entered my life on March 12 though I didn’t get started on it that night. It wasn’t until the next day I discovered The Joy of Rebounding. From there it progressed to an addiction.
Things I have noticed since then are
- Better posture
- Better quality sleep
- Firmer arms
- My chest isn’t down around my waist so much
- Less wrinkly thighs
- More energy
Let’s take these one at a time.
I was taking the outside route from the nursing home to the hospital the other day when I was being observed. I didn’t know it until one of my co-workers slipped me this note while I was on the phone:
No one ever accused me of that before so it was singularly gratifying.
Better quality sleep
I sleep much more soundly and wake feeling more rested than before. Ever since I started eating raw, I’ve had energy to spare but I can tell a difference in the quality even if I haven’t gotten the quantity recommended. I need to work on the latter.
Since I’m not as filled out as I used to be, my upper arms, especially, have had the appearance of crepe paper. They aren’t perfect yet but it’s amazing they are so far along their way already.
My chest isn’t down around my waist so much
I don’t think I need to get too graphic here. Anyone who has had three babies will know what I’m talking about. It didn’t help to be 70+ lubs overweight at one time, either. Body parts migrate South (unless one has the inclination and resources to correct them surgically) and it’s always winter. Slowly but surely, there’s more distance between my chest and my waist. It may take until I’m 98 but I plan to get there.
Less wrinkly thighs
They have been much worse than my arms and are more easily covered up so no one but me, unless it’s Twinkle, would ever know. Far as I can tell, Twinkle doesn’t give a tiny little rat’s you-know-what.
Anyway, my inner thighs resemble the swags that used to hang above my mother’s drapes. Not so much any more but they still have a long way to go. Let me know if that link ever doesn’t work.
I couldn’t have stayed up as late for as long as I have been lately. I know I need to mend my licks and get to bed on time consistently but maybe if I would get tired, I’d be more likely to try.
There is one negative I can think of at the moment. I’m developing saddlebags. I used to have them and then I didn’t when I recycled all that fat but they’re coming back. I need to figure out what I’m doing that’s building up that part of my body and stop it. I can’t quit rebounding, though. It’s so much a part of my daily routine, it would be like not buying bananas. To me, that would be unthinkable.
My rebounder is a permanent fixture in my living room. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s one piece of exercise equipment that hasn’t already become a clothes rack. And for someone like me who despises almost any form of exercising, that’s saying a lot.