So let’s just skip the tales of the candy carnage and move right into today, shall we?

I feel like I have woken up from an 8 month binge. There have been certain stressful situations that have happened in the year 2010 that I would like to forget; that I have reacted to by comforting myself in the most familiar of ways. As a result, I have gained 20 pounds in this year and now my eyes are fully open, I can see the extent of the damage.

It ain’t pretty. And I’m not even talking about the physical pretty – the emotional/mental pretty is what I’m talking about.

I’ve been in a funk the last few days. A candy/pizza/Lady Time-fueled funk that was sending me into a downward spiral – the kind of spiral that’s so hard to climb out of, but since last night was Ye Olde Night of Tricks or Treats, I was forced into the Great Outdoors to do some walking with the goblins. And I realized that walking outside in the cool 65 degree weather was EXACTLY what I needed. Fresh air, movement, being with my kiddos – all made me really, REALLY happy.

No, this isn't me. Cool pic, though, huh?


I also had a talk with my BFF and was telling her some of this – how I’m finding it hard to work out lately, blah, blah, blah and she finally said, “Jill, at our age, it’s about HEALTH. It’s time to put that big dog on a leash and show it who’s boss.” And with my Halloween walk fresh in my mind, I decided that I could maybe take some time during the week to JUST WALK. To enjoy the privilege of being outside and being able to walk would do my physical, emotional, and mental state some good, I think. So I packed a bag of comfy clothes and tennis shoes, my mp3 player, and after work today I’m going to go to the park and walk for about 30 minutes or so. I even rescheduled my hair appointment so I wouldn’t have an excuse to miss it. Looking at my schedule this week, I think I can get in 3 or 4 walks, which would thrill me to death if I can get all of them in, but even if I can get in only a couple, well that’s better than no walks at all, right?

I have to set my ego aside, and not worry about that fact that I think I SHOULD be running or training for something big. Why do I think that walking is weenie-workout? When I lost weight a couple of years ago, it was mostly due to the fact that I was WALKING every day for 30 minutes. I’m at the same weight now as I was when I started out then, so why not start walking again? It sort of seems like the natural place to start.

So I will continue to move forward and even if I’m taking the tiniest of steps at least it will be in the right direction.