I have a good friend on myspace who has a weight problem. She was never heavy until she had surgery, and now nothing she can try seems to help. My mother used to say, “I can gain weight, just by breathing!” That’s how poor Cathleen feels. She’s already up to 198 pounds, and rising.

She wrote about her problem in her myspace blog today, and almost instantly had more than 40 comments. Most of them were advice on how to lose weight, which seemed rather cruel, since she had written that she had already tried most everything.

Anyway, I was reading all these people’s opinion on how to lose weight, and was interested that several of the posts mentioned that your body gets used to a certain exercise, and then after your metabolism adjusts to it, you won’t lose weight. The answer is supposedly to vary the kind of exercise you do. Run or walk three times a week and do weight lifting of some sort the other days, for instance.

Another post mentioned varying the intensity as you go. It suggested walking for 3 minutes, and then running for 1 or 2, then walking again. The change in intensity triggers something that increases fat burnage perhaps? (Is ‘burnage’ a word? I didn’t think so. Oh well.)

Anyway, all this to say, that even though it was midnight, I picked myself up and walked the 1 kilometer to the grocery store. Getting there was fun. I walked for 3 minutes and ran for 1. It took three sets to get there, and I bought the groceries. Oops. I had forgotten I would have to carry them home!

I put one 2 liter bottle of water in each bag and took one in each hand. Well, they had talked about weight training, here it was! It took nine tenths of forever to get home, and now I can’t lift my arms higher than my waist. Oh, well, I’m on my way to bed. Maybe they’ll be better in the morning.