A pleasant surprise, but nothing I didn't already know.
Just back to my home base after yo-yoing across the country for the past 3 1/2 weeks. Not complaining because I got to eat new foods, see new things, see old things but with a different perspective (like Mission Delores in San Francisco- the place where Kim Novak's character in Vertigo keeps going to visit the grave of her alter ego in Hitchcock's Vertigo), and WALK. Not walking on a treadmill, not trudging along anxiously consulting my pedometer to see how many steps I have racked up - but walking with purpose and joy.
This morning, after a few hours' worth of post-arrival catching-up sleep, I decided to step on the scale and assess the damage of weeks of being out of my normal routine. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the needle settled in on .3 pounds LESS than where I was 3 1/2 weeks ago - and this after eating and drinking more than I normally should and would.
And of course the answer is because of all my walking - walking with purpose (let's go up that hill and see what is there) and joy (wow! this alleyway looks cool). Walking as an everyday part of my life, allowing my God-given legs to take me to all kinds of places. And when I think back to all the years I had no fitness or health-related, weight-related issues, I was always walking. Walking as a teenager to the next town because my town had 3 stores and that included the pharmacy and the grocery store and the five and dime! Walking across campus when in college because that is how I got to classes and back and into town for fun. Walking down to a German village to buy cheese, then walking across town to buy bread, then back up a long hill to our house. Etc etc.
So walking has to become a regular part of my life and I don't mean walking to the car and back! Maybe the answer starts to become walking to the car, driving to a nearby town, parking the car and then spending an hour or so walking up and down the streets to different shops and buying my groceries. Not sure. Maybe the answer is to strap my camera on and just head out, knowing that having the camera and taking pictures will make me attuned to the world around me and motivated to keep going.
So I will leave these thoughts today with one of my favorites out of Pollan's Food Rules: Don't eat something that has the same name in other languages: Big Mac, Pringles, Cheetos. If you start putting these in your mouth, stop and look for something real.
Here's to a week of infinite possibilities!!!
| Pounds lost: 11.2