The 5oz Foodie

Tonight was Hallmark Movie Night with my Mom and during the course of the movie she asked me if I had walked today, and I answered honestly. Yes, I walked back and forth between Mouse Gear and the trailer three times; of course she meant here at home, and I did not. I know she is afraid that I will end up failing, but if I did, which I won't be, it would not be her failure it would be mine. I know she wants the best for me and I want the best for myself as well, but it is my battle, not hers.  My best friend treats me that way as well. That if I fail it is some reflection on him, but I am the one that chooses whether I walk or not, or if I eat a fatty cheeseburger or nachos or chocolate. They can't see it as their mistakes that they made when I am the one that, in their eyes, failed.  I believe so many of us go through those feelings with people we love and care about. Maybe if I had been a better parent my child wouldn't have turned to alcohol and drugs. Maybe if ...

With only 93 days remaining until my first 5K, I have officially begun my training. I want to thank my benefactor once again, for believing in me, my Mom for verbally motivating me and my BFF for encouraging me to get off my ever widening rear end tonight to get walking. We went over to Celebration to walk the trails and made it a mile before we were called on account of rain, but mostly lightning. I'm afraid of lightning. Then unbeknownst to my BFF, I went to the gym and walked an additional 24 minutes on the treadmill, sorry BFF please don't be upset with me; and I have decided that I do not enjoy walking on the treadmill and prefer to sweat my butt off walking in the heat, or freezing it off in the cold. So my plan for tomorrow morning is to get up and walk again, and the next day and the next day and the next day; until I can average a 16 minute mile or less. I am not a runner but who knows, maybe I will work my way up to it. Love, peace and walking your buns off......