Giggles, Sweaty Bunz and Virgin Shoes

So my tennis shoes came. OMG ugly but you guys already knew I was going to say that :))) I tried them on and kept them on for about a half hour in the house wondering what had possessed me before I gathered up my two oldest girls and headed out the door. As we turned out of our driveway I had a different feeling. It wasn't just the wonder of softness that is so foreign to me under my feet, it was the fact that I had changed my attitude about why I was out there in these gawd awful clunkers to begin with.

I have made a decision. A resolve. A promise to myself that goes loosely, but something like this; I will never set myself up in a win/lose weight loss situation again. I will never diet again. I will not inadvertently set myself up to fail. Simply my new life plan? Eat less of anything, move more always. Thats it. No more, no less. How has it served me? I am down another half pound today. That is 8lbs total with no effort at the WORST time of the month... PMS time no less and next week will be the whole no movement ordeal *uuuuhhhhgggggg*. Again I know it must sound strange, and not very centered for a diet/fitness blog but its working... so Im stickin' with it :)

The shoes were fabulous despite their hideous exterior. I felt as if I could walk forever... almost :P The girls and I went for 2.5 miles in 46 minutes. We werent breaking any land speeds I know but OMGoodness did we giggle and have fun. The girls teased me about my too white shoes and when I told my daughter I was going to magic eraser them after our walk she looked at me with all seriousness and said the only people who can get away with blinding white shoes are rappers to which I was informed I am no rapper.

It was late in the afternoon and ewwww did I sweat on the way back. I complained of sweaty bunz and the girls sounded off with a blast of giggles. The time passed so quickly listening to all of their chatter. I learned somethings about games in the woods they played together in places I didn't even know they ventured. I listened as they lamented how sad it is that their big brother is getting older, hes just not as fun anymore and doesn't want to play like he used to. I heard stories of hockey played on the bog with sticks and of a game they call 'The Bear' as they explained in great detail how a crazy bear comes and attacks their camp and they have to defend it. The older brother used to play the part of the bear they told me, before he thought he was too cool.

I wear my pedometer every minute of every day now. I am doing this as part of my move more always plan. I wrote about skinny people/fat people movement in an earlier post and how much more thin people really do move around. I'm trying to retrain myself to do that which comes naturally to some. My goal is to naturally move 10,000 steps a day. I'm a housewife and sitting around while the laundry washes its self in the machine doesn't notch up numbers on the whole move more scale :))) Things like walking with my girls helps a lot, but the more important things are the ones like; getting the mail myself instead of having the kids do it, going upstairs to use the bathroom instead of using the main floor privy... etc. Those small every day steps are what is making the difference.

So I told my girls we were going to go again today... ugly shoes and sweaty bunz seems such a small price to pay when I get to hear such fabulous stories and a hailstorm of giggles ;)