All summer I've been working slowly but surely on extending my walking distances, knowing that the school year would yield a lot of sneaker treading. I wasn't wrong!
This past holiday weekend was spent doing a lot of walking- we went to Washington DC and walked from 6th street all the way to the Lincoln memorial, spending time in two museums on the way. I believe it was a grand total of six miles for me, and more for the rest of the family- because they went to go get the car after I sat down near good ol' Linc and said I wasn't moving another step.
The fact is it was closer to a couldn't walk more than a wouldn't walk. Good thing for me a brought a book and got through several chapters before the car (and more than a few taxis) pulled up.
And a lot of people in DC were giving me the stink-eye. Why? Because most of the population was thinner than me. In fact, I saw only a handful of people who were remotely close to my size, and everyone near me was walking, biking, or jogging. Not at all where I live, which is the cheesesteak capitol of the world! Their disdain was pretty easy to ignore however, with all the stuff to look at in the museums.
Yesterday was the start of school, and I got my two mile walk to and from school in (drop-off and pick-up), and did a lot around the house, so I wasn't Jabba the Hutt just sitting at the computer desk. I even had the energy to have dinner made on time, which was a small miracle in itself! I went to bed exhausted, but pretty happy with myself.
This morning was a challenge, because the weather was the same as yesterday; a drenching rain that lasted forever. Even ducks were getting tired of all the wet! But we trudged on, me and my daughter, and I got her to school. Then began the trek to the gym, a mile and a half away from the school. My legs began to hate me.
But I made it, got my upper body workout done (no leg stuff today), and I walked a mile back home. I get to do another mile round trip when I get my daughter, so that will be a grand total of four miles of walking in one day!
And yet I still found the energy to step on the scale, daring it to tell me if it was doing any good. The weights on the scale began to tip in the wrong direction at first, but then....
...then it said I lost two pounds! I am now 296.5!
My legs might hate me, but I am feeling good enough to dance right now! It seems everything I've done so far is working, and as long as I step it up when I plateau, this could indeed become a life-long habit- which is exactly when I want!
God bless, and keep those chins up! I know I am!
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