I can begin to see small differences. It's amazing what just about an hour of walking most days of the week will do for you. I know, I know, scientists have known this for ages. But, I tell you, it's true. I feel stronger, I'm carrying myself a little bit taller. I feel better. I swear my butt has gotten better--baby's
The one thing that hasn't changed is the number display on the scale. I choose to blame that on all the muscle I'm gaining, and not on the really tasty Seattle food that we eat on the weekends. We all have our delusions, you know.
This really has been a lifestyle change. Before, I would come home from work, flop on the couch and be done for the night. Now I come home from work, change clothes, and Mr. Goodlaff and I head out for a walk. Almost every day. I even invested in a hooded, waterproof jacket just so we could continue our training in the rain--no excuses.
I feel pretty proud at how far I've come, but I'm still a bit scared at how far I have to go. Wish me luck with this whole running thing...I have a feeling I'm gonna need it.