Although I've been 100% OP with the food part of the programme, my walking has been a bit hit and miss.
I'd dearly love to lose 2lbs more by 30/06, which would mean a stone off, and the only way I can see to make that more possible is to focus on the walking.
Day #1 (today)
Didn't get time before work.
Worked at home part of the day but too hot to walk.
Late afternoon:
Me: I should take that walk now. I'll take the Jack Russell.
Meh: It's still hot.
Me: I can't go later (after church tonight is too late to be walking without a purpose round here).
Meh: You could have a pass today, start tomorrow.
Me: No. I'm going. Where's the dog?
Meh: What if you meet a dangerous dog? One dog's died this month already, you don't want to lose another one.
Me: Why should I? I've never met so much a lippy poodle, never mind a dangerous dog.
Meh: Well, it's that kind of area. (It is, kind of).
Me: We're going.
Meh: Don't say I didn't warn you.
Darn it, if 10 minutes into the walk, we didn't meet a Rottweiler, whose youthful owners asked if mine was on the lead. Yes. I asked if it was OK if we went past (it was two lads, about 11 sitting on their steps holding, rather tightly, a large dog by its collar). I explained my dog was little and old. They said it was OK but for the next 100 yards or so, all I could hear was them going, Stay..... No..... Stay....
I swear, sometimes I think I'm in an episode of the Truman Show, and people suck ideas out of my head and then make them happen. I've lived here 18 months and not met a single worrying dog.
Anyway, all was good and we got home. It was only 20 minutes in the end but my endorphins are bouncing.
Day #1, complete.
