Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference

The dreaded workout -- an exercise of pain and forboding. That's what it used to be for me. It was always something that I *had* to do, never something I *wanted* to do. And quite frankly, I never understood those folks who looked forward to their workout, or complained when they missed one.

In an earlier post, I wrote that I was going to try a whole different approach to food and exercise this year. Instead of a diet, I was going to try to eat better, be more active. For exercise, I was going to take it slow, add more activity throughout the day generally, add in some sort of workout consistently, and listen to my body and add more of whatever I was doing at the time as my body acclimated to the effort. Last night, it hit me -- I am an exercise success story.

Why?

Was it because I have taken 3 minutes off my mile pace?
Was it because I have lost almost 23 pounds?
Was it because I have gotten rid of 10.5 inches?

Nope.

It is because I was annoyed that my crazy work schedule this week has prevented me from lifting weights (my newest addition to my fitness routine) for two nights in a row and prevented me from getting my 10,000 step counts. What? I am ticked off that I can't exercise????? How did that happen???? I don't care; I like it!

I am also proud to say that even though my planned fitness activity was waylaid -- and I was exhausted -- I did get in a walk and a 20 minute Zumba workout with my daughter. Granted she is 5 so the exertion level was a little lower than I would normally do, but it was movement and it was fun time with my kiddo.

Here's to getting healthy one step at a time.