I bought a new pair of jeans the other day. They fit well, and the price was right. Why am I mentioning such a boring purchase, and why does it sound like I'm building up to a whine? Because these jeans are not my size—or at least, not the size I want to be. They're a size bigger. Arrgh!
I am so frustrated with myself! I know this happened because I’m way too sedentary. I don’t eat more—or at least not much more—but it sure hangs around. Around my middle, mostly.
The other day I figured out a better way to look at my writing time. I'm also improving the exercise routine. The last couple of days I’ve picked up my walking pace, added a long staircase, and am eating a little better. It's a work in progress. Everything with me is a work in progress, huh? Well, as long as there is progress...
I refuse to buy more pairs of jeans this size. And I want to be able to wear all my dress pants, instead of just one pair! I can't afford a new wardrobe, but the main point is I can't afford to let my health slide.
In addition to the walk (and climb), today I'll start using The Wheel of Pain. If I survive, I'll post a picture tomorrow. A picture of the wheel, that is.