The good is that I've been working out, for over 6 months. I've only lost about 20 pounds, but have dropped way more in inches and strength. At any age, that is a good thing. The better, over the past couple weeks, my students and fellow staff members have been noticing. It's pretty weird being 50 something and having an 8th grade boy asking if I'm 'working out, cause I'm looking more buff.' I laughed and he said, "No really, you wore those pants when we were in 6th grade and I know they are way loose. You are moving quicker too, like when you were kicking ********** out of class." LOL! Truth is, until last week, I stuck to water, whether it was Tai Chi or just swimming laps. Then came last week, to the horror of my son. I'd been on him for 2 months to help me figure out the machines upstairs. Finally, he agreed, under threat of eviction. First was the 'walking/jogging/running' machines. Mine, 2.7 mph. His, 7 something per hour. 20 minutes, I didn't faint. He was puffing, but didn't decrease. Then he helped me with what I didn't understand. *sigh* There was some apperatus that looked like bicycle handles. I couldn't reach. He pulled it down. 20 lbs. nearly pulled me off the ground. Then he switched weights to 10, still nearly put me airborne. Then he said, 'let's see w/o weights if you can control and rep. LOL. 10 times and with pain. He sighed. Tummy stuff was worse. Though I rock in water! LOL! He was embarrassed, I was like, "You gotta start somewhere." I'm starting at the beginning. I'll keep working at these. In June, pilates, here I come! I earned many trophies/ribbons for both gymnastics and swim team as a kid. I'm determined to get in the best shape I can as an oldster. I think this is probably my best bet for quitting smoking. Damn it's hard to be underwater when one has too little breath!