A Little More of a Little Less Me
This week was rough. I walked, but there were a few problems. You see, I walk barefoot. I do so for a number of reasons, all my own, but I was foolish enough to walk barefoot on the track this week. The track we have nearby isn’t dirt, isn’t rubber, and isn’t standard asphalt. It’s hyper-textured asphalt. Needless to say, the few days I’ve walked on the track over the last couple weeks have left my feet feeling as though they’d been attacked by coarse sandpaper monsters. Raw and blistered, I could barely stand on them all Thursday and Friday last week. That meant no walking.
I’m looking for a better place to walk now.
That said, I did manage to drop a few pounds. Four. One less than I’d hoped for, but given the circumstances (and the Father’s Day barbecue at the in-laws’ place yesterday!), I’m not complaining. It’s four more pounds toward my goal, which is better than four pounds away from it, right? Besides, losing four pounds in a week is nothing to sneeze at. If I could pull that off every week, I’d be able to complete the weight loss phase of this self-improvement plan in under a year.
That’s not going to happen, and I’m okay with it.
I’m starting to shovelglove more. Every couple days I add on more exercises or more reps or both. I don’t know how long it’ll take me to get to the fourteen minutes you’re supposed to do, but I’ll get there eventually. In the meantime, I’m doing it multiple times a day, just to make up the difference.
So… four pounds this week. Maybe another four next? We’ll see. I’m guessing I’ll see a loss of two to four pounds a week for a while. It might plateau at some point; I’m told it happens and not to be discouraged, so I’m already building up the confidence levels needed to see me through those times. In the meantime, I’m just happy this week’s weigh-in was less than last week’s.
