I was doing well with my journey to a 5K. I was hitting the gym regularly, pacing myself…then I got sick. Then I got sicker. Then it was easier to roll over and hit snooze until 8AM. And I was back to tee-heeing over the foolishness on the Steve Wilkos Show (don’t judge me)!
The Teen graduated high school, I cried, she cried, and my sister took pictures.
My weight has always been a battle. I know I won’t be thin ever. I like bacon too much to be anorexic, and when I saw a woman who was bulimic say she slept in the bathroom near her toilet because she feared soiling herself, that was an immediate no.
Encouraged by the residents who are participating in Ramadan, I decided to do a mini cleanse. I followed a modified Daniel Fast (just fruits and vegetables) with cheat days that included chicken (that dang on grease!). Add that it was wicked hot, I just didn’t have much of an appetite. The cleanse made more conscious of WHAT I was putting in my body. The heat helped me realize that I don’t like being heavy. The gray hair that jumped up reminded me I wanted to be fit by forty.
I started to walk. Walking in the early morning is a treat. I have time to myself, I get to reconnect with nature again, and I am prepared for the day to come. Walking is easy on my joints, my back and knees aren’t protesting, and I have a lot more energy.
I still plan to participate in a 5K and hit the Disney Princess Run. For now, I’m just back to making it a habit again.