Day 10

So it's been ten days. I only notice one minor thing: this blogging has made me more aware, more conscious of when I am lazy, of the times when I choose NOT to move. This is important--at least I believe it is. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone is reading this, so I don't feel the pressure I was hoping to feel. Hopefully, eventually, someone will join me and read along and make me feel even more pressure to pay attention to making myself move.

Day 9

Oh I am so proud of myself! Yesterday I made myself do something I never do: get out of the car to "run in and get something." I always have my kids run in--they're faster and I'm not fast at all. But three times: I got out of the car and walked up a flight of stairs. Then today--walked to my office, talking the ramp, and didn't stop. Even took the stairs. It wasn't easy--but it was easier. It is a small step. Very small. But if I go one step at a time then eventually I'll get somewhere.

Days 6,7, and 8

Okay, so blogging every day is turning out to be something I'm not very good at. I forget, I get busy--I go to the bar...So Saturday and Sunday were fine, moving wise. I did crunches both days! Crunches. I haven't done them in so long. Then today I felt a bit like I had a stomach ache but it was muscles that haven't had to work for quite some time. But I'm hoping that having stronger stomach muscles will help take some of the strain off my back, which hurts terribly when I walk and is one of the main reasons walking is so difficult.

Today I took the stairs, but that was about it. It was a long day--seven straight hours of student conferences and a birthday party immediately afterward, followed by several hours of grading. I was whipped. Excuses. I hate them. But it is what it is.

Day 5

A great day! Started out badly because I didn't sleep well, but I cleaned my kitchen and my bathroom, went shopping, and even helped my son carry his groceries up to his apartment--up stairs. I normally would just sit in the car while he made two trips. Not today. I made myself move. Being conscious of this is a good idea. I feel like I have to have something to write every day, so this sort of focuses me. Not everyone needs this, but clearly I do. I hope I can keep this up!

Day 3 and 4

So last night I couldn't post because the Internet was down all over the county. Hmm. But I did alright. Nothing fabulous--but I did take the stairs! For those who are not in my heavily-laden type body, this doesn't mean much. But if you're carrying around what I am, you know this means something, right? And again today--I hit the stairs. I have to give myself a minute at the top of the stairs so I'm not panting walking into class when I teach, but otherwise it was good for me. My daughter caught me being lazy today, though. I had to pick up Jeremy (which likely means nothing to you, but he rents a room from me) and drop him off at work. But instead of going into the house to get him, I texted him to tell him I was there. Bad me. I'm not going to do that again. I'm going to get out of the car, go in, and get whomever. Stop being lazy!

Day 2 - what a poo

Didn't do as well today. Walked to my office the long way. Good. Walked back. Good. Had monster migraine all evening and feel like doing nothing. Not so good. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I think I'm going to have to forgive myself every once in a while, but the second day? So annoyed with my dumb head. But not annoyed enough to try to accomplish something. Glad no one is reading this yet!

October 24, 2011

It's an odd day to begin, but I believe that when I feel the desire to do something like this, if I put it off until I feel like doing it, it just won't happen. So here goes...

I don't know what I weigh. On purpose. I don't own a scale. It isn't about what I weigh or how I look. This is about being able to live the life I know I want to live. I'm tired of being embarrassed because the shortest little jaunt makes me sweat and pant. But I hate exercising and I don't stick with programs. So this is my effort to make changes by doing something simple: stop being lazy. I don't have to do much--just move.

So today I had to walk from my car to my office and back--probably a total of a half mile. The trip to my office requires walking up a steep little sidewalk and up a small flight of stairs, so I usually find a reason to sit on the bench at the top of the sidewalk for a few. Not today. I walked around the building to make the "uphill climb" a little less steep, even though it's farther. But I didn't stop. Okay, not much. But it's a beginning.

This evening my son called and wanted a ride to the grocery store. I've been avoiding going out of laziness, but today I went and walked all the aisles. Tonight I cleaned up the kitchen (the dishes have been sitting a couple days). I am feeling pretty pleased with day one. It's a good beginning.