Exercise is Everywhere!
Just in from a nice interval walk along the Columbia Waterfront Renaissance walking trail. Y’all know by now I’m a proponent of walking. It’s such a good form of exercise. It’s free. And all you have to do is put one foot in front of the other. Most everyone can do that. Best of all, you can do it anywhere. Everywhere. Come to think of it there are so many forms of exercise (squats, push-ups, planks) we can do anywhere.
Living in the Pacific NW makes exercising everywhere even easier with all the beautiful parks and sites to visit and see. So if you can’t make it to the gym don’t let that stop you. Exercise is everywhere you just have to have the desire to do it.
In between my sprints, I snapped a few photos. From the trails…
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures...
Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!