10,000 Steps

It’s no secret to anyone who has seen me recently that I’ve put on quite a bit of weight. I don’t know how much—I hate scales and have banned them from my life. The numbers on them are about as cruel as the numbers on my sons’ developmental evaluations. Those numbers aren’t my friends either.

But I do know that I’ve had to buy bigger sizes in everything, and those bigger sizes are now too tight. Even my underwear is too tight, which tells me something needs to be done.

A year ago, I was in okay shape. No one would ever say tip-top shape, but it wasn’t too bad. Then I got Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease, and I could no longer jog because my feet were covered in painful blisters for weeks. (I have new sympathy for when our kids get this obnoxious virus! It’s evil!)

By the time the HFM disease cleared up, it was the heat of summer. It gets to be close to 100 degrees here pretty frequently, and I told myself I’d take a break and start exercising again when it cooled down.

Around that same time, I weaned Sam and began to get migraines with a vengeance. One month I had a splitting headache for 21 out of 30 days. It was not fun, and along with it came all sorts of dizziness, blood-pressure issues, brain fog, and all manner of other fun stuff. All related to good old menopause, I believe. So that I could be a functioning, pleasant person, I started taking daily medication to prevent migraines. It worked, and my symptoms nearly all cleared up, but I found that it has a crummy side effect—I started packing on weight like nobody’s business.

Fall came, and with it the loss of a major client, so I was scrambling for work to make up the difference. Once again, exercise got pushed aside. I walked Theo to school every day, which got me some exercise—but not enough to combat the weight gain.

Winter and spring came, and with it a ton of work. Which is good, because we needed it—but exercise got pushed aside again. And even further when we decided to buy a house that needed cosmetic renovation—work, mothering, and home renovations/moving took up every moment of my day and then some.

So here we are, back in the heat of summer, and it’s now time for me to take care of what I’ve been neglecting for a year: me. I’ve stopped my migraine medicine as of last night, and I pray that my migraine issues won’t come back with a vengeance. And I’ve started walking again. I really, really stink at running, and it leave my joints achy and very uncomfortable. So although walking is less effective in terms of weight management, I’m going to start there.

You know the saying, “One small step for man…” Here it’s going to be “Ten-thousand small steps for woman, every single day.”

Wish me luck….

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