My mom and dad have been lifting for a little over a year. After they came to visit in September of '11, they started lifting on my advice because my dad had so much trouble getting in and out of my Jeep, and my mom's Parkinson's had her using a walker to get around. I'm really happy they listened to me because my dad doesn't use a walking stick anymore, and my mom only needs her walker sometimes. She's also dropped 8 dress sizes.
They listened to me about their diet, too...lots and lots of green leafies, diverse colorful fruits and vegetables, lots of fish, and grass-fed beef. Their health has improved remarkably.
I'm more than a little proud.
One thing, though...I don't know what they're talking about when they tell me about their training. They love to talk with me about it because lifting has been such a big part of my life for so many years, but there's always a breakdown in communication when Mom says, "Dad's doing really good. He's up to seven plates, and last week he could only do six."
When I tell her that I don't know what the means, she says, "On the...I don't know what the machine is called, but you sit on it, and it has handles."
G-d love 'em.
Thread: Proud of My Parents