Yesterday I ended up with a digestive complaint that doesn’t need to be described here. Ick. I haven’t had anything like that for years. So I stayed in, ate sparingly, and went to bed early.
And what do you know, I feel fine today.
It was tempting to spend a little more time curled up on the couch but I decided to try to be as disciplined about exercise as I have been with food. Not easy. Not natural. Not ever accomplished before! But I’m trying.
Here’s the plan:
Every week I aim to walk/run 1 x 2 miles, 1 x 3 miles, 1 x 4 miles and 1 x 5 miles. I don’t care about the order or the specific day but I’d like to get to the end of each week having covered 14 miles at a good pace.
Walks with friends and loved ones are just icing on the cake but not replacements for the above.
Can I just recap for a moment?
In just over 2 weeks:
- I’ve decided what number I want to see on the scale.
- I’ve set a date for that goal.
- I’ve planned my weekly eating.
- I’ve set a weekly exercise target.
This is not me. This is not anyone I have ever been. I promise that I will never ever ever become smug in this endeavour. Or assume that I’ve actually arrived. Or assume that I will be this disciplined forever and always. Or be confident that I will never be fat again. Never ever ever.
But I’m going to take advantage of this stranger presently living my life and see if I can’t embed a couple more good habits.
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