My husband and I became sick with a choking, hacking chest cough. It's weird, because neither of us have felt sick at all, other than the exploding headache that happens with each coughing episode. It's more annoying than anything. I had the hardest time hearing Downton Abbey over all of our hacking. The children have taken to rolling their eyes. We're all just tired of it.
So, I haven't really walked anywhere yet. But I will.
I've had giant fantasies about what I would accomplish by the time certain graduations and weddings arrive. Anyone who knows me knows that I've missed every one of those deadlines. I'm not really mad at myself about this anymore. I'm just realizing that, if I want the next graduation/wedding/life event to be different, it's going to take some real work.
My baby daughter graduates from high school in 144 days. I realize that I won't show up (as previously imagined) in my new 135- pound body. But 144 days, if I will just grab the opportunity) is enough time to make a real impact on the beginning of this thing.
It's enough time to be down a few sizes. It's enough time to restore that strength and confidence I live in when I find the "fit zone". It's enough time to wear the green cardigan loosely. It's enough time to shrink the belly bulge. It's enough time that it will really show in my face. It's enough time that I may just be there, the first week of June, eagerly anticipating the Summer of new freedom ahead of me.
Instead of 300, I may be more like 250 or something. It's not the original dream, but it's the new one.
I need to get behind my fruits and vegetables again. They've been hard for me lately. The freshness has been waning at our local grocery stores and thing have been less than appetizing. Whether that's an excuse or a reason, I have to just get these back in to my diet.
And I must begin to move on purpose, every day. I need to wear my armband again, every day. It does make me want to be accountable, which could be why I've looked at it a couple of mornings lately and said, "Nah!"
Every day. This is where the streaks come in.
I'm going to begin my 144 day streak of tracking and hitting my 10,000 steps. At the same time, I'll be logging my virtual walk to my hometown. If my ankles keep being so noisy, that may turn into a bike ride, but that would be fun, too.
Okay. Let's go.