I am one of those people who once I put my mind to something, I’m all in and depending how you look at it, this can be a blessing or a curse.
It wasn’t long before I was hiking 4 to 6 miles a day.Īnd here I am, a little over two months after I started, more driven than ever. The next day I went again and this time farther than the last–then the next day after that I went farther still, and made it a little more challenging, and so on and so on. I went right out the next day and defied those sore muscles and made them and my heart muscle work again just as hard. But, no hill for a climber! I had a purpose. The next day, however, my quads and other miscellaneous muscles I had (oh so apparently) not used in years, were screaming at me. There were moments when I felt as though my heart was literally in my throat. My endurance was poor (okay, so it was downright pitiful) and I was gargling my heart all the way to the top of the mountain. Got to start somewhere, right? The first time was a killer. So I started in January by hiking in the Southwest Deserts of Arizona. It’s too easy to fail at these short-lived gimmicks and they are very expensive. (Psalm 139:14)įorget about all those goofy commercials and promos for fast weight loss with the purchase of over-processed, diet food. We are, after all, fearfully and wonderfully made. The body is remarkably responsive to change. And I mean work hard–including a change of diet. Just look at the 56 year-old pop singer, Madonna (like her or not), and you’ll know what I mean. The truth is, YES, YOU CAN BE 30 AGAIN…or at least your body can look close to it. I was adamant that I was not going to be one of those 50+ women that just excuse it away and say, Oh, I’ll never be 30 again.
Not that I was in any way obese or excessively overweight. I was determined to tone up and melt the fat that (at the age of 50+) just makes you feel…well, urrghggh–frumpy, dumpy and round. But for me it was more like a self-imposed edict. I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions–one day is just like the next, no matter the calendar year.īut in response to the epiphany that I had to do more to balance my life, I did begin a new regimen on January 5th–and so I suppose one could call it a resolution. And it’s not like I didn’t get any exercise at all–just not the kind that raises the heart rate for a sustained period. I decided that just sitting day after day after day wasn’t good. Resting on my arse for hours daily was and is a sedentary and an unhealthy activity. Well, I began to realize that while I was an expert at exercising the gray matter between my ears, it wasn’t exactly a balanced way to live my life. Day after day, I am (and was) content to sit in my big, comfy chair in my beautiful office with a pretty view out of every window, my furry friend, Pearl, by my side, and just ease into the wonderful universe of words. I took a good long break from pounding the keyboard and decided to focus on my physical and spiritual health (and not necessarily in that order).
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