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I hurt myself today…

by stepping on the scale. I knew it was bad. I suspected just where the number would fall, but secretly, desperately hoped I might be mistaken. Nope. Twenty pounds. Twenty enormous, insurmountable pounds from fitting into any of the pants in my closet, from having pain free joints, from being able to take the stairs without getting winded.

Yuck.

They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and yet it seems I’ve already taken so many. The Couch to 5k plan was sidelined by my bursitic hip. Walking dates with friends were scheduled, canceled, re-scheduled, then canceled again at the whim of weather, conflicting schedules and sick children. So I suppose the real trick is not just in taking that first step, but in taking the second and the third and then — upon reaching the inevitable roadblock — making the leap of faith onto another path, leapfrogging, zigzagging, pushing ahead.

Just the thought is exhausting, especially when I realize there’s no real “end” to this journey. But there’s some small part of me, the more adventuresome bit, who thinks the whole ordeal sounds like fun. Wish me luck!

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  1. Rebecca says

    Doncha just wish there was a quick and easy way to get those pounds to slip away?…in the meantime it does help to be purposeful (sigh)…but the best way I’ve found to get up and get moving is to use the kids – dancing, walking while my wee one scooters, going to the playground and actually playing tag – not that it works all the time for me…I’ve got more to lose than you do…but I can still find the moves when I want to…
    good luck!…will be watching the blog for your progress! cheers…

  2. Kate says

    I had this great big evangelising comment all typed up, but I sounded like an arrogant idiot, so I’ll stick with the basics.
    1) If I can do it (12 kilos over two years), you can.
    2) It’s not about the pants.
    love and hugs.

  3. jodi says

    Thanks, Kate! I’ve accepted that they may all be out of style by the time I can fit in them again anyway. I think my goal will be not getting out of breath under perfectly ordinary circumstances — like chasing down three four year olds fleeing in opposing directions. I don’t “think” I’ve set my sights too high. :D

  4. Kate says

    fabulous! I know it is time to up the attitude when I am puffing by the time I get to my car after work (couple of flights of stairs and a steep hill involved).

    And did you watch Numb3rs? All you need to know is the Curve of Pursuit ie you don’t have to run as far as they do when they start turning corners!!



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