When you feel like giving up,
remember why you held on
for so long in the first place.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like giving up sometimes. Just about anyone who eats reasonable amounts of healthful food and walks five miles a day would be losing some weight, right?
Anyone but me, apparently.
My longterm goals – being able to keep up with the grandchildren, living a long life, avoiding and/or preventing the debilitating diseases (especially, but not limited to, diabetes) attributed to obesity – have kept me going so far. I'd also like to fit into the closet full of clothes that I'm loathe to give away. Yet.
After all this time, it's become a habit – one I don't want to break – to take that walk every day. I missed it terribly when the water was down for a few days and I didn't want to sweat. I love to cook, and it just makes sense to me to cook the most healthful meals possible.
Both my parents' deaths can be traced to poor diet and obesity. Simple as that. I've already outlived my mother, who was ill four years before she died.
I have another reason I need to lose weight, a new one, something I can't talk about yet. I'll know more next week, and I'll be writing about it, because just as that daily walk makes me feel better, so does blogging. I've taken short blog breaks in the past, usually when I'm out of town, but occasionally because I just get tired of doing it. I always come back, though, because it helps me get things off my mind.
I hope both of you have a great weekend. I plan to. Spring really does seem like more of a possibility than a tease lately, and I think I'll do some of the pruning and raking that I didn't get done last fall. I need to give my perennials room to grow!
And whether it helps me lose weight or not, I'll be taking a couple long walks.