At the end of August I started going to the park to walk. I did this because it was my only "alone" time throughout the day and because I wanted to get healthier. Over the past two years my weight has increased to number I hadn't seen since I was nine months pregnant. I'm sure I can find many things to blame this weight gain on, but I'm over that. I am this weight and it's not healthy...bottom line.
After walking a few days, I realized how much better I felt both mentally and physically. I decided that I didn't care what the scale said...I just wanted to be in better shape. Of course, I still hope to see the pounds drop.
On August 31st, I set a goal for myself to walk 100 miles in the month of September. The first week was easy peasy. The second...not so much. I missed the first 3 days of the week due to illness. I could barely get out of bed. However, I was determined. Even on the days I just didn't feel like it, I somehow made it out there. Once I get started, I always feel good even when it hurts.
With today being the last day of September, I am proud to announce that I accomplised 102 miles on a goal of 100 and lost 6 pounds!
Whoo Hoo! I'm ready to celebrate...I think a glass of wine is calling my name!