Two months of walking

I have been walking two miles pretty much every day, six days a week since the end of May. I usually go in the morning, though not nearly as early as I did when I was walking a few years ago. The biggest difference is that there are definitely more people out later than at 5am. It’s been kind of nice just to chat with neighbors and such.

In any case, I haven’t been using a scale. I’m too embarrassed. I don’t want to know right now. However, I have noticed that a lot of my clothes are fitting differently (and usually better). I’m noticing more strength when I walk, and the shooting plantar fasciitis heel pain has been greatly reduced. However, I am still dealing with my feet hurting, especially in the morning, but it’s a different type of pain. (I have had issues with foot pain on and off since I was six. I inherited oddly-shaped feet.)

The last time I consistently walked, I did so for about six months and I ended up losing something like 20 pounds. I really liked doing that as well, but I was also waking up at 4:30am to make that happen. Coming into the school year again, I’m probably going to be getting into a situation where if I want to walk in the mornings, it will probably mean waking up that early again, and I’m just not sure if I can do that – but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, I suppose.

As I was thinking over these things, Patrice over at Rural Revolution posted this – Slow Progress is Still Progress – and it’s something that I’m trying to keep in mind so as not to get too discouraged.

I do want to take a moment to thank the person – whomever it may be for the surprise gift of the book “The Stripping of the Altars – Traditional Religion in England 1400-1580” by Eamon Duffy. Boy, picking up the package out of the mailbox, I kid you not, but I asked myself if it might be a brick in there! *L*

It’s all one foot in front of the other, isn’t it?

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