Boy, did I ever need that!
It felt fabulous.
Left me breathless and sweating.
And so satisfied.
Nothing like a good...
Walk on the trail out at the lake. We finally got out there tonight and did a brisk two miles. I had another walk victory. Little Hell Hill no longer feels like hell, to me. When I first started walking, that little but steep climb was almost the death of me. I had to stop several times and rest just to get to the top. Then when I got there, I had to stop again and recover so that I could move on.
Fast forward to today. I powered up that hill at the same brisk pace as I walk the rest of the trail. No stops. No slowing, no shortening of my stride. Just flew up that bad boy. Yes, I was breathing a little hard at the top but I carried on and recovered quickly as I walked. The hill up to the Jeep was the same. I just flew up to the car. No stops, no slowing, no dragging myself along.
When I got home, I went right in, showered then hit the kitchen where I prepped veggies, made my dinner and bustled around. Just a short time ago, by the time I got home I was wiped and had to drag myself into the shower and to make dinner and so forth.
I think back to less than two months ago and how much progress I have made. And I am happy and delighted and incredibly grateful at how much better I feel and how much easier and more pleasant my life is, already. I can't wait until I get even more weight off and get in even better condition.
I was thinking about it last night. How much weight I have lost since February and how much better I feel and then I thought about how much worse off I would be if not for this blog, the support of everyone here and my determination to do this thing. How much heavier would I be? Would I weigh 450 pounds, by now? Would I be able to walk? Clean my house? Take basic care of myself? Because I have to tell you, I was beginning to have some real trouble with those things at about 400. I can't imagine what it would be like, fifty pounds heavier than that. Would I even still be alive?
The Monsoon is taking a little break. It is drying out and the clouds have cleared away. It is warm but not uncomfortable. I am so happy to get a break from the crushing humidity.
Oh, may I just say that Doritos are crack straight from the ass of the devil, himself. Husband brought home a bag of Doritos, today. Tacos at Midnight. Yeah. I ate two. They were sooooooooo tasty. I want to take the bag and dive into it. I want to eat all of those chips with a big, icy Pepsi. Hell, I want to spread them all over my bed and roll in them.
But I won't. Because 400 is still frighteningly close enough. And it isn't somewhere I ever want to go again. I have been there twice that I know of. Twice was enough. Doritos helped get me there. And they just aren't worth it.
No. Frakking. Way.