So I finally woke up early this morning, woke the hubs (it’s literally 4:45 am) and asked if he would walk with me. In only my hubs fashion, he says “sure!” jumps up, throws on some clothes, and is ready to go, like he’s been waiting a lifetime for me to ask.
We sprung out the door, and then the inevitable, “where should we walk to?” I suggest the corner store. Hubs doesn’t think that we will make it there and back in a reasonable time (in hindsight, I EXTRA love this man, he knew I wouldn’t freaking make it to the damn store, but didn’t say that, instead did the whole time-thing, he’s a gem, ya’ll,:) really). I’m feeling super pumped, and ready to go, but agree to start with our block.
Let me just say that we may live on the LONGEST fucking block in the history of mankind! 2,300 steps later, we made it back home. It was the most embarrassing thing ever. I was sweating, SWEATING…after WALKING BRISKLY – not like cute sweating, or glistening, as I prefer to call it, no, this was full on dripping down the sides of my face sweating – even my forearms were sweaty! So gross, and a horrid reminder of how ridiculously out of shape I really am. On the positive side, you gotta start somewhere, and dangit, I started today. While I was writing this, I found the image above with the quote “sweat is fat crying” which is awesome, and I’m keeping it!
On a side note, I feel AMAZING! Even just that little bit of exercise has me feeling energized, awake, and fabulous. Pretty sure we’re going to do it again when we get home. Can’t wait! I’m going to kick this fat suit’s ass, one bloody, long ass block at a time.
Weigh in today was 301lbs – cue “holy shit, how’d we get here??????” but I realized this morning, it doesn’t really matter how I got here, what matters is what I’m going to do about it.
Keep Hope Alive 🙂