Move that body: 2.4-mile walk
1. After a particularly brutal day of walking Tuesday, I’m pleased to report that I experienced very minimal ligament pain this morning. I can’t say that I didn’t have any but the pain I did have was just for short periods of time and didn’t hurt enough to stop walking. (Note: I did not say that it didn’t hurt enough to avoid rubbing myself in public and taking popular “hand on my achin’ back” pregnant pose.) I asked the doctor about this yesterday, and he seemed none too worried. “Just a sign of things to come,” he said.
2. And speaking of the doctor … remember when I said last week that I gained a schload of weight? Yeah, it was 11 pounds between appointments. ELEVEN pounds in two weeks. But guess what? This week, I “lost” 8 pounds between appointments. The doctor’s assistant seemed to worry but I reminded her that my last appointment was on a particularly hot day, and I had drank about a half-gallon of water that afternoon. Yes, there is truth to that whole water weight idea. Anyway, my point is that in three weeks, I gained 3 pounds – exactly what I should have – and I was able to do well because I didn’t say, “Fig it – I tried and gained. I might as well hit up the Dairy Queen every night.” Scales do lie but the work we put in doesn’t. Effort = Results … eventually.
3. I am so excited – I can put my hair in a ponytail. Well … almost. I need two bobby pins to hold up the bottom but that’s it. I bet with my prenatals and baby recovery time that I’ll be able to pull it all up by the time I hit the trails.
What do you have going on today?