Oh hello old friend Digital Mustard! I know it's been way too long, but since my Cape Cod vacation, describing my activity level as sedentary would be the understatement of the century.
Sometime on Saturday while at a family picnic I was lucky enough to contract a cold that has been kicking my ass since. I cannot catch a break. I stayed home for work on Tuesday, tried to go in today, but had to leave early and this cold is showing no sign of letting up. I really hope I'm better by the weekend, but at this point who knows.
So after feeling particularly sorry for myself and day dreaming about how hopefully my life can get "back on track" after baby is born, I decided that enough was enough. The weather was nice enough so I decided that I was going to go for a walk.
Pathetic I know.
BUT let's put this into perspective. I'm about 30ish weeks pregnant (and carrying about 30 extra pounds). I have a cold. And I haven't worked out innnnn forever. I'm giving myself a pat on the back for even leaving the house.
I figure if I walk at least 1 mile a day this week, and then add a mile next week, and then a third mile the following week and continue to walk those three miles until baby comes, I'll be pretty happy.
I'm unhappy doing nothing and finally today I decided to put my shoes on.
Obviously this was a leisure walk with Dennis and when we faced an uphill and I tried to talk, I was breathing pretty hard. After a bit into the walk I felt ok and I could have gone longer but I didn't want to push anything.
To some, this may be nothing, but to me, I'm really happy I went. No real goal here but to get the miles in. Come January....it will be a whole other story.