I started this blog not only to showcase the writing for my memoir, Walking Back to Me, but also because I was walking back to myself in so many ways. The memoir is on hold, though almost finished, until I take care of some major life issues… I don’t want to publish it just yet and have it bite me in the ass. I have however, starting last week, started to get back to pushing myself when it comes to walking. I gave it up for nearly six months because I lost someone in my life who meant everything to me, and I started to slide back into the pit that is clinical depression, or in my case the depression phase of my bi-polar disorder. I’m still in that phase, but thanks to a small medication change I’m starting to get the energy, and a bit of the drive back to try to salvage some of the gains I made last summer.
I started with a small healthy goal of getting back to my 10,000 steps a day routine, last week I averaged just over 10,000 steps a day. This week I’m pushing things up a notch, pushing a little harder every day. Yesterday I broke 20,000 steps, today I’m looking at hitting 10 miles. I’m not doing this all at once, it’s still bitterly cold and windy outside, so I can’t get out and pound the pavement. Instead I’m doing this in small chunks… I’ve made a little course in my yard and I now follow a circuit and am slowly increasing the repetitions until I get where I want to be. If I can get to the point where I’m averaging 20,000 steps a day, then my heart will thank me and I’ll finally easily hit my weight loss goal.
From January 1st 2015, to January 1st 2016 I lost 116 lbs. I only have about 17 lbs left to lose to be at my goal, but each pound is now a lot harder to shed as I’m building muscle at almost the same rate I’m burning fat, and muscle is heavier or denser than fat. I’m sure I’ll shake off the last 16 lbs with a little diet tweaking, then it’s keeping it off.
I need to finish what I started… for me.