Slacking. I know.
However, I’ve been moving about a little, which is good, I think.
Not much Zombies, I’m afraid (then again, I did rewatch Zombieland this morning, does that count?), I’m at 108 citizens in my township right now.
What strikes me as…interesting, I suppose, is that I really am looking forward to the walks. If I could, physically I mean, I would walk a lot more. Especially when it’s sunny as hell and warm outside despite the cold wind and the fact that with all the snow, the sunlight makes my eyes hurt like a bitch. I’m looking forward to exercise. Never thought I’d say those words. Honestly.
Now, the ones following me or just reading me need to understand this: before Zombies, Run! I didn’t exercise. The amount of any sort of physical strain was from carrying firewood, walking around the house and at the stables (minimum stablework, since I don’t really have to do it everyday nor do I enjoy being around horses anymore, I’m just tired of the whole thing these days). I didn’t go for walks, I didn’t do ANYTHING.
So for me, going for a walk for 1 kilometer (like I did today after watching Zombieland and playing a bit of Mario Kart) is HUGE.
I’m at home now, by the way. I was at the health center from Monday to Friday and it was…okay.
I swam a lot, every day from Mon to Thursday. I dragged my morbidly obese arse to the pool and I swam. Not much, but I swam. You who struggle with a tiny bit of “too much” on your bones have no idea what I’m going through, how happy and PROUD I am to have done it.
Now, I’m not a happy person. Not someone who is…cheerful. I take my wins and my losses with the same kind of “well…so that happened.” Right now I actually feel proud of myself, even though I didn’t exercise at all yesterday (too busy getting back home, unpacking, trying to figure out how to live my regular life again etc.)
I’m not trying to “lose weight”. I’m trying to turn going for walks into a routine. Because, and I truly believe this, those walks will eventually turn into something more and that can’t be wrong.