After Two Months
It seems like longer than 2 months and six days, but since I started this journey towards better health on October 8, I've now passed 500,000 steps. That's halfway to my first goal whereby I can be remimbursed by my employer for the cost of my Fitbit.
The number of steps works out to 241.3 miles. Which is roughly the distance between St. Louis and Kansas City, so I've walked across the state of Missouri or close to it.
Other accomplisments include pulling my belt tighter, wearing a few of my watches again while waiting for more to come off so the rest will fit, including a shiny Batman watch that I've never been able to wear. I can walk farther without hurting that I could a couple months ago, it takes longer to get winded and I've lost just over 20 pounds in the two months, six days I've been at this.
I still ache when I climb stairs, so this is only the beginning. I am still woefully out of shape, but I'm better than I was. I'm not gonna lie, there are times when I don't think this is doing a lick of good and I want to cuddle with 3 pizzas, a six pack of beer and chocolate cake. I think that's my depression talking, to be honest.
The surest sign I can tell is in my face. There's more of a smile there. And fewer chins.
Thanks for reading!
The number of steps works out to 241.3 miles. Which is roughly the distance between St. Louis and Kansas City, so I've walked across the state of Missouri or close to it.
Other accomplisments include pulling my belt tighter, wearing a few of my watches again while waiting for more to come off so the rest will fit, including a shiny Batman watch that I've never been able to wear. I can walk farther without hurting that I could a couple months ago, it takes longer to get winded and I've lost just over 20 pounds in the two months, six days I've been at this.
I still ache when I climb stairs, so this is only the beginning. I am still woefully out of shape, but I'm better than I was. I'm not gonna lie, there are times when I don't think this is doing a lick of good and I want to cuddle with 3 pizzas, a six pack of beer and chocolate cake. I think that's my depression talking, to be honest.
The surest sign I can tell is in my face. There's more of a smile there. And fewer chins.
Thanks for reading!