Sometimes it’s hard to be content with where you are.
I’m trying to be excited that I earned 5 activity points today, 2 for using an exercise machine that resides in our guest room and 3 for a walk this evening.
But Pure Luck climbed a mountain, and took a walk with me later, too, and his activity points for today, were he calculating them, would be 37.
Somehow I feel like the child whose grandparent walked to and from school uphill both ways.
I’m supposed to be working on the positive self-talk this week, but it’s not going very well. I find I am grappling with the disconnect between saying positive things and trying to change everything about my physical life, which suggests the old ways were, in fact, negative. It has been suggested by wise heads in my life, both professional and personal, that I could certainly take pride in the way I have tackled this attempt at turning my life around.
On that note, I can walk up hills that left me winded just last week. They are wee hills in my neighborhood, but they are definite changes in the landscape. I can even walk faster while moving upward. I guess that’s an accomplishment.
(You *guess* that’s an accomplishment?)
As I said, not very good at this.