Body, Mind, Spirit
I walked hard this week. My distances were long (for me) and I took new routes. They were fun. On Sunday I walked 2.5 miles and then played about an hour of tennis. That wasn’t planned. I would love to buy a bike. I’m only 3 miles from a few supermarkets, which is close enough for a bike ride but a little far (time-wise) for a walk. Plus, I think bike riding is fun.
I’m trying really hard to act like I don’t care that I have walked every day of the last 69 days and haven’t lost ? of an ounce of weight. I try to focus on how strong I am becoming, how much faster I can walk and how my foot–the one I was sure was broken for years–no longer bothers me when I walk. My legs might be slimmer, maybe, but I forgot to take measurements when I started. I should take measurements Monday morning and see where I am 69 days from now.
There is no question my stomach and face are both puffier, and I don’t know what that’s about. It freaks me out–a lot. I think it’s because I no longer deny myself bread, carbs, and grains. I don’t go crazy–I have a piece of sourdough toast when I have eggs for breakfast, and occasionally I’ll make pasta for dinner. Pizza on Fridays, of course. (Thank you for all those awesome recipes, by the way! I’m going to try all of them and do a taste test.) That’s hardly an overabundance of carbs, but my nutritionist says that gluten does make some people bloat. Maybe that’s what is happening. I see her in a week or two, and I’m sure she’ll explain it all to me in a way that makes sense.
In other news, I was much better with my gratitude journal this week. Bible and Catechism reading remains poor. Hope that I will do better at both: high.
Song of the Week
Keep on Walking – Passenger