Because yesterday I tackled my hill.
When I decided to make this hill my challenge, a few months ago, I had to stop halfway and gasp for breath. After a month or so of a couple of walks a week I could make it to the walkway two-thirds of the way up without seeing interesting spots in front of my eyes. Yesterday morning I got up to the walkway and just kept going. Right around the hill, into the next suburb. Time to turn around and come home. And instead of taking the nice flat walkway, I went up. Up and over. Proof: the trig station at the top. The fabulous view.
Tinkingbell and KissMyFrog have shown some amazing get-up-and-go since they decided to join gyms, and then Weight Watchers, and seeing the regular proof of how well their weight-loss efforts are going has renewed my determination NOT to subside into the heart-disease playground of a body that my love of good food, nice wine and fine chocolate could so easily create.
To ensure that tomorrow I will feel really stiff, I went to the gym this afternoon. The nice young lass helped me plan out a new weights and abs program. There were lunges, and squats, and tricep lifts, and bicep curls, and chin ups, and a new and entirely hellish activity called ‘The Hover’. I know I’m going to love myself for this come Christmas – when I will achieve full Goddess-hood upon buying size 12 pants in I’m-Not-Even-Going-To-Think-About-How-Long. Till then I will remind myself every day that a little exercise does a lot of good, that I do not need a biscuit with every cup of tea, that not taking chocolate to work is a Good Idea, and that I should respect my own efforts.
Goddesshood, here I come!