Old habits are hard to break aren’t they.
Whether it’s because we’re eating the wrong food or hanging out with the wrong crowd, getting out of the habit is difficult.
Or is it?
Not so long ago, I was (foolishly perhaps) announcing that I was down to losing my last 10 pounds to reach my target. It wasn’t going to happen for Christmas, so the realistic part of me said I’d aim for my birthday instead, confident that it would happen.
Then February arrived.
And I now have 14 pounds to lose in 2 months if I am going to achieve my goal.
I could make the excuse that toning up my muscles using the crutches accounts for the extra pounds as muscle weighs more than fat. Maybe.
But I know the truth. And one thing I learned about dieting is,
it’s no good lying to yourself.
I got out of the habit.
And getting back INTO it is difficult.
I’m talking about walking.
We used to take the dog for a walk 3 times a day, every day.
One long one, 2 short ones.
Hubby was very good and would take her out, BUT with the boomerang bug as well, he didn’t feel up to it really, so she’d only get one, maybe two. Definitely not three.
Being permanently snotty, bunged up, sneezing, coughing, and headachy took its toll on both of us.
Interrupted nights, frustration, being in pain and feeling down in the dumps didn’t help, neither did the consoling bars of chocolate, sticky buns and pastries.
All that is about to change.
I have been off the crutches for a week, and took things slowly.
We are now back to walking the dog for at least an hour in the mornings.
We will get back into our routine.
This afternoon, she will get a second walk with the pair of us.
This evening, she will get her third.