Monday, June 1, 2009

Da Cajun comes tru agin...

Found this at one of my favorite morning stopping places, and thot it was too good to pass up, and not {mis-}appropriate. I did take a little poetic license and encased it in {}. Thanks Tanker!

Importance of Walking

Walking 20 minutes can add to your life.

This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $7000 per month..

My grandpa started walking five miles a day when he was 60. Now he’s 97 years old and we don’t know where he is.

I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

The only reason I would take up walking is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

I have to walk early in the morning, before my brain figures out what I’m doing.

I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven’t lost a pound. Apparently you have to go there occasionally.

Every time I hear the dirty word ‘exercise’, I wash my mouth out with food. {I lay down on the couch and eat a Snickers bar! And wait for the thought to pass.}

I do have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.

The advantage of exercising every day is so when you die, they’ll say, ‘Well, he looks good doesn’t he?’

If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.

I know I got a lot of exercise the last few years … just getting over the hill.

We all get heavier as we get older, because there’s a lot more information in our heads. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.


Every time I start thinking too much about how I look, I just find a Happy Hour and by the time I leave, I look just fine.

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