I was fired from my job (the 5th person fired in 8 months) in 2013.
It wasn’t like I didn’t see it coming, turnover at that particular office is huge.
My doctors have categorized me as “morbidly obese” since I was a kid, but I’ve always been active, so I never really cared.
After I was fired, I sat on a couch and ate for months.
A friend of mine finally put her foot down and told me I had to get up and move, and she invited me to come walk with her on a bridge.
This is not a flat bridge. We live near the ocean and the bridges need to accommodate sails going beneath. Each way from one side to the other goes up and down over just less than a mile, so if you walk the whole bridge, it’s just less than 2.
The first time I “walked the bridge” with her, we didn’t get to the top of the first half of the bridge. I was in so much pain? I was also crying because I was an emotional mess and about to have a panic attack.
We walked less than half a mile and when I got back to my car, I threw up in the bushes and cried for about 20 minutes.
But I kept at it, and now I can do a whole bridge with no problem. I stopped doing it recently. I fell out of the habit and she has been doing Savages and Beasts so we weren’t connecting.
I’ve done the bridge twice this week, and I have the blood blisters to prove it.
We were supposed to walk the bridge again this morning, but she woke up sick and texted to say she wouldn’t make it.
Here’s my problem: I didn’t get up and walk without her. I didn’t need to do the bridge, but I could have done two miles at the park!
But I was feeling whiny and rolled over and went back to aleep.
I have to stop that. I felt like I made a commitment to her and when she couldn’t come, I didn’t need to do anything.
I have to start making the commitment to MYSELF! I’ve never been good at that.
As a matter of fact, I’m going to go home and get on my treadmill and walk, which I hardly ever do. I didn’t even think of that.
Let’s see what I can do today.