a wee bit at a time — 1 year ago
went for a walk with DH and decided to run a part of the way back. I ran full out for maybe all of 10 seconds, up a smallish hill. When I stopped I thought for a moment I was going to be sick, and gasped for air half the way back to the car. But: I’m not in good shape. I’m only just right at the line between overweight and obese, according to the most generic H/W BMI index. so this is a big deal for me. I miss my young, stong, thin self. She’s in here somewhere, and I’m finding her just a bit at a time.
