I'm visiting my sister who has lost 70 lbs over the past year. We were getting lunch and although I didn't really want to, she convinced me to walk. The destination was only a half mile away and parking, as it can tend to be in LA, was horrendous at both places. I knew it only made sense to walk, but I just didn't feel like climbing up and down the hills of Silverlake, be it a mile (roundtrip) or SEVEN! (I'm exaggerating.)
The walk really wasn't all that bad, though. I'm still a little sore in my quads because yesterday was the first mile I've walked/run/attempted in YEARS. The hills had me wheezing a bit and I did definitely struggle, but once the GRUELING task of a half mile was defeated, I felt good. It made me realize those seemingly inconsequential choices do make an impact in the end. Life lessons. Diet life lessons, that is...
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