Not only did I stop blogging for six months, I also stopped taking care of myself. Are the two related? Probably.
Except for inconsistently swimming this summer, my exercise routine went out the window. I gradually began walking less and less gradually began eating horribly. The consequence of this was I now weigh the same as I did before giving birth to Philip. And after nine years, I have no maternity clothes left. My regular pants are not forgiving.
I need to change many, many habits to fix this. For now, I’m starting with one thing. That’s why I contacted my best friend last month. She agreed to hold me accountable for increasing my average steps per day by 10% over the previous four-week average. That works out to 9,240 steps per day.
The first week went great. This past week? Not so much. So I’m enlisting you, my blog readers, as additional partners in accountability.
So, while you are reading this post, I’m hopefully out taking a walk or desperately marching in place before bed to hit goal rather than sitting on my ass.