Sunday, August 25, 2013
I'm saddened to realize (but happy at the same time, since truth is power) that the morning walks that I take around our neighborhood loop are registering as "moderate activity" instead of "vigorous activity". It feels pretty vigorous to me.
I'm now aware of just how hard I'm going to have to work to accomplish the new, fit me. My lifestyle was never before so sedentary. I had gained plenty of weight over the years, but had always been very active. I led music at church, kept up with a youth group, and worked an elementary-age after school program. All those jobs are gone from my life now and, in this past year, I've spent countless hours honing my Photoshop/Lightroom skills, post processing sessions, and sewing my daughter's wedding dress. At times, my legs were screaming to move and stretch as I faced deadlines.
I have to walk until I can run. Then I need to run hard and often. I need to Zumba, cycle, yoga, and play until it's like my breath itself.
I'm grateful to this monitor guy on my arm saying, "Nice going, but you're just going to have to try harder." This could really be the helper I've been waiting for.