I told you all that I like to journal, and here is one story that
I had wrote down from this past summer. For the first time in years, I started
walking with my daughter; well it was more like I was forced to walk. I had
just turned 50, and my kids were nagging me to take care of myself. So I
decided to walk this summer before fall began so I wouldn't have the excuse
that it was too cold. Here is part 1 of what I wrote in my journal…
Tricked and Forced to Walk
I am one tired lady. I was forced to walk 4 ½ miles
today. My daughter made me so mad because she played mind games with me to
get me to walk. And I walked, and it worked. I complained the whole
way. I said that it was too hot and that I was going to get heat stroke. I
mentioned that at least the trainers on the Biggest Loser give their
contestants water. I forgot my water today, but I thought that I could still
blame my daughter for that. L The
mosquitoes were biting me so I stated that I was going to get the West Nile Virus.
Then I pulled the age card. “I’m 50 and you are 23, so slow down.” That did not
work. I just kept complaining. My daughter told me that she was going to tape
me and play the tape back when I get in shape. This way I will be able to see
how much of a pain I was and what all she had to put up with. I went to bed
that night, and when I got up the next morning I had so much energy, and my
skin looked more “alive” if that even makes sense. I could not believe it. I expected
to hardly be able to get out of bed in the morning, and this was another
complaint I gave my daughter the night before. My body has been crying out for a long time
that it needs exercise; I need to move. I was slowly killing myself, and the
worst thing was is that I had a front row seat to this process, and I did not
even care what I was doing to my body. I am glad that I was forced to walk
because I found a new outlook on life this morning. Tonight I am tired, but
tomorrow is a new day.
It is amazing to go back and read my journal entries. To be able to laugh and reminisce. The journey continues.....Julie
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