I have walked four days this week. Five days last week. I go out in the morning, as early as I can get myself out there. I'm not asking for praise, just imparting the information. After all, it's only thirty minutes. No big deal.
Except that it is.
Before I start out and several times while I am walking, I say out loud--well, not too loud in case there are people nearby--"It doesn't have to be fast; it just has to be done." I know it's good for me, even a slow walk, although it doesn't help my flabby arms.
I also try to tell myself, "It will get easier." This is hard to believe, but I want to believe it.
I haven't been to Curves at all this month, but I may have to go back. We'll see.
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