Back at it
After about three months of doing not much more than sleeping and eating, I made the mistake of stepping on the scale this morning. ...or maybe it wasn't a mistake. I knew I was gaining weight. Seeing the number on the scale cemented it. If I don't go back to walking and working out, I'm going to end up having my own 600 lb life reality show. So I got my ass outside and walked. My goal was 2 miles. I walked around Hampshire Circle so I couldn't stop early; once I hit the halfway point there was no cutting it short. After I got started I thought, "This is it. This is the me I want to be, not that me who stays in bed all day." The good news is that I did not undo everything I accomplished last summer. I still have my balance and my strength. Weight loss is too general a goal to have; my goal is to keep maintaining my balance, increase my strength, and to feel comfortable. This extra weight is uncomfortable. It needs to go. I'm tired of f