My arms are too short!!

Too short to pat myself on the back, that is.

I am feeling relatively pleased with myself at the moment. and I have been trying to go for nightly walks lately. I need it, he needs it, the dog needs it. We've been doing fairly well with it, working up to going every night.

So today is a beautiful day, sunny and breezy, and not cripplingly humid (I miss Arizona). I decided that I could, and damn well would walk down to the Blockbuster to return/get movies and have lunch at Subway.

Sure enough, I can do that, and it didn't even kill me! I'm not sure how far that is. thinks it's about a mile, but I plan to check with the car odometer soon. It took me 25 minutes both ways, which isn't too bad. I walked at my usual relatively brisk pace – I didn't push to go fast but I didn't dawdle either.

So anyway, on my so-called weight loss journey, I'm not doing too bad. I've lost 42.2 pounds in one year. I'm mildly disgruntled that I haven't lost 50, or even better 100, but you know what? That's too damn bad. I've stuck with it. I've done it this far with virtually no exercise. I feel 1000x better than I did before I started – before I started Weight Watchers walking around the block was painful, and walking upstairs left me panting for breath. Sometimes now I take the stairs at the mall and can chat on the way up. I picked up a 40 pound bag of dog food the other day and couldn't believe how heavy it felt. I was carrying that around?? I'm still carrying close to three more?? Screw that – it's coming off, even if it's another year or two.