People say that losing weight is no walk in the park.
When I hear that I think, yeah, that's the problem.
In order to succeed one must be prepared. Today, a plastic bag was the key to my success.
Apparently, a small dog must poop on average, 6 times per day. At least that's Miss Chloes'
assumption. We walked today. Down, around and back up again. She is currently comatose
at my feet. She'll be asleep most of the day, until Allison gets back home. Oh to be a dog.
I'm feeling stronger every day. Less winded and less tired in the legs. It feels good. It feels like progress. I'm not sure I'll be ready for a full scale "M" hike on Monday, but I'll take it slow, stop and rest and catch my breath. I'll make it. It'll just take longer. Do you suppose that I'll ever reach an age where I finally realize that I should just keep going and not start over anymore?