I have no tolerance for being cold. I'm relishing the warmth of summer, even if I can't sun worship. It's nice to not have to shovel snow, to not have to warm up the car, no bundling up the kids.
I am going to enjoy the next few weeks until school begins and the routine begins again. As much as fall brings good things like colorful leaves and brisk days... it's what comes after that depresses me to even think about it. Why do I torture myself with the thought of it right now?
I just finished mowing my lawn, it takes an hour and I consider it a work out. I wanted to go for a walk, but figured my neighbors would appreciate my efforts.
I really am trying to be better about my eating. The scale hasn't really moved yet. It's like waiting for a watched pot to boil. It will come.
For some reason this time I feel like I'm in a better place mentally. The past few years have been a bit of a roller coaster... and I realize that even though my weight has stayed stable my body has not. I know that to a certain extent I have let myself go as a way to shield myself...
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
But life is too precious. And this body of mine is the gift I was given in which to explore this miracle of life.
And so I continue to increase my fluids and not eat fast food, increase my veggies, stick to lean meats...and lay off the wasteful carbs like pasta and cake. Now I just need to dig deep to find the motivation to get physical. I suppose this is why I look ahead and dread the cold weather... I know this is the time for me to embrace the outdoors I love so much. Time to get the hiking shoes on and get going.