OK. Here it is. Yesterday, I did not walk. It’s the truth. I own it. I live with it. I can go on and on about all of the reasons why I didn’t. All of my reasons are justified. But the endgame is still the same. I did not walk. Today, I doubled my mileage. That’s right, the daughter and I walked 4 miles. It took us an hour and 15 minutes because we did have a pitstop at the store. It wasn’t hard to do the 4 miles. If I could walk faster, I’d most likely do this all the time. I truly do love being outside. The fresh air does wonders for my mental health. (The crappy weather was a HUGE issue with yesterday).

When we were walking tonight, my hands “occasionally” would hit my hips. I didn’t think much of this the first time but then I did it again. It was the 2nd time where I felt something different from before. I’m talking about my luscious love handles on my hips. (This Mama has got hips with handles and padunka in the trunk). The 3rd time I was like huh…have the handles decreased? 

I did measure my hips and took some pics of myself when this adventure started last month. When I got back from the walk I went upstairs and measured the hips. Believe it or not, I’m down an inch and a half on my hips. I’ve only lost 4lbs, but the jiggle is getting reduced. Seems like the old school philosophy of consistent exercise really does wonders for your physical body. It’s just slow. It isn’t fast. But it does work. Imagine that.