After Daniel's surgery and long convalescence, I resolved to make a common-sense diet and an exercise program a priority.  I know, I know.  You just saw the word "diet."  If you’re like me "diet" is a four-letter word.  A diet to someone who was raised in Central Nebraska, meat and potato country, means hold the gravy on the taters.  I knew that for me to go on any type of diet program would be like expecting a wolf to go vegetarian.  It wasn't going to happen.  So without seeking the advice of any consultants, diet regimens, or 900 numbers, I just decided to stop eating so many fatty foods, consume a few less calories, and start exercising.  Getting through the first month was the most difficult, but once I started to see and feel the results, you couldn't stop me with a slab of ribs from reaching my goals.

I could tell you that my exuberance to reach my goals led me to start training for body building contests and marathons, but that would be dishonest. To be perfectly frank, my early experiences with running were not that enjoyable.  My coaches, barking and growling at the heels of stragglers, would run my teammates and me until we knew that our lunch was going to be revisited. We always wondered if we had insulted them without our knowing it and were now being punished for it.  In my youth it was hard to see the true benefits of exercise.  Today, I have discovered that running can be enjoyable.  Once I made the concession that exercise did not have to cause palpitations, I found that I really enjoyed taking in the vistas along the miles of pathways in my community. Everyone is different, however, and you or your doctor The DADsercise Book is available in print at Amazon.com