Some months ago, I finally kicked myself up the butt and started walking more than once a week.
I’ve been a walker for years and valiantly walked with the pram several times a week when the boys were smaller, but once pram days ended so did my walking. I still attempted to get out as often as I could, but excuses will be excuses and some weeks I didn’t get out at all.
I would look at myself in the mirror and weigh myself occasionally at mum’s and bemoan the numbers and flabby fat. But I did little about it.
Well, that’s not completely true, I changed my diet to include less processed food, tried to eat more fruit and vegies, but could not get rid of my late night cravings, especially on those evenings the boys wouldn’t settle to sleep immediately. The going back and forth to their rooms and back, inevitably took me past the pantry and fridge and always, always, I would stop and dig something out.
And then, one Monday, I just got out and walked. I got out and walked again on Tuesday and then on Wednesday. Thursday and Friday were busy, so I didn’t get out, but a pattern was set.
I bought myself some new workout singlets, two sports bras and I already had a decent pair of shoes.
The following week the pattern continued and these days it is rare that I don’t get my three walks in a week. Some weeks it’s four, rarely it’s two, but rain, wind or shine, I get out there and I walk.
In the last week and a half, as my mind imploded under the stress, I’ve continued to walk. Those of you who follow me on Instagram or Facebook would have noticed that I started to call these my Sanity Walks. It was the rhythm of my feet pounding the asphalt that kept me anchored to the here and now. My racing thoughts would exhaust themselves and settle, as my head focused on the steps and the breaths, on the walk, walk, walk.
I come home tired and cool down with about 20 minutes of yoga stretches. Immediately after, I feel calm and in control.
My walks give me much needed structure to the day. Getting dressed in my walking clothes and shoes every morning means that I don’t forget to walk. I drop the boys off at school, I have my coffee and then I walk. Sometimes, I get stuck into some work for a client and my walk is delayed, but, most days, I make sure I fit it in, somehow.
Some days it just isn’t possible and I still haven’t worked out how to incorporate them into my weekends, but I don’t give up hope that some day soon, I will get those boys of mine to become more active.
I can’t tell you a miracle story about how I lost 20 kg since starting to walk. In fact, I may have lost a kilo, nothing more. This is not the point today. The point is about my sanity and my life. How a simple habit is keeping me alive – day by day.
If you’d like to start moving, or if moving is already part of your life, I urge you join OperationMove for friendship, support and encouragement. I did. If it wasn’t for those women, I wouldn’t have started moving again.