I’ve been going back & forth about walking into town. Hubby assures me we’ll walk & sauna tonight, but if something comes up…I’ll be in trouble. We just rolled into town last Friday, so something–some trip to visit a friend or, like last night, some last-minute dinner plans–is bound to come up.
Not to mention the fact that all morning I’ve just been sitting around reading blogs & FB & dreading turning my focus to these gawdawful revisions I need to make…soon! I’ll focus better if I’m away from the house (laundry, cleaning, dinner prep, the phone) & I’ll get my exercise to boot, so why am I going back & forth on this…one word…HILLS!
It’s nothin’ but hills between me & the next town over. I used to do this walk every day last summer, but then when I was done working at the coffee shop, I’d walk another mile or so to hubby’s office at the university & he’d drive us home. So…no huge hills at the end of the walk. Well, hubby’s not a grad student at that university any more, so no office to walk to. That means I’m facing a pleasant walk to town that’s mostly downhill to the bridge & then a deadly walk home, uphill, at this grade you just wouldn’t believe.
I guess what I’m saying is that the real problem here is really four words…I am a WIMP!
Oh, what the hell. I’m off.
Update: I remembered something important about this weight-loss thing…small victories mean a lot. So I laced up my shoes, threw my laptop into a backpack, and headed out. Only a 35-minute walk there, but a 45-minute walk home. It’s around 4 miles roundtrip & not an unpleasant trip at that. I also got in 3 good hours writing, came home, cooled off, & put in another hour on this essay that is finally starting to come together, I think (hope!).
The hills were a bear. I brought my cell thinking that if I wimped out when I got to the coffeeshop, I could always call & have hubby pick me up. But then I figured if I didn’t tackle the damn hills today, that would give me a reason not to tackle them tomorrow too–I had the excuse all ready, “I’ll do the return trip when I’m stronger & in better shape.”–Well, I’m in miserable shape, but I took the hill slow & steady & lived to tell the tale. So there’s no excuses for me tomorrow either!
Now hubby’s downstairs making a veggie & pasta dish, so I gotta run or he will use the bleached pasta rather than the whole wheat stuff. & since my rule with pasta is that it must be at least equal parts veggies & pasta, I’ve got some supervising (read: nagging) and chopping to do if I want it to be just this side of healthy.