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.
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