Click, click, click, click, emanates from my sneakers as I walk along the hiking path ever hopeful that with each passing mile I am a little more fit and well on my way to losing the few pounds I am seeking to shed.
After opening boxes, and pulling jeans up only to find they will not close and a crowbar will be needed to get them back off.
I know there are people all over the world who find this same dilemma as they strive to improve their health and possibly not have to pry into clothes that no longer fit.
The sun shines warm on my face and being in it seems to invigorate my sense of hope that there is more to do, more to try, more to achieve. I walk faster taking longer strides.
Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to the days when the pounds just slipped away easily. Now they just seem to hang in the places I don’t want them to be.
I know that if I can just push ahead, keep walking, they will slowly and surely peel away. Well, maybe not peel away but hopefully the pounds will get less and less.
Click, click, click, click, 30 minutes, 40 minutes, 50 minutes and still click, click, click. The perspiration from the sun now has my undershirt soaked, so I press on.
I can feel the pounds being beamed off me by the mythical Star Trek transporter. Well maybe not pounds, more like fractions of ounces, click, click, click, 60 minutes. My, I am getting hungry, let’s see what can I eat? I am almost back to the car. Maybe a salad, no, perhaps protein, after exercise you need protein. A grilled chicken sandwich with a side of fries would be good.
With the bread and the fries, there comes those ounces back as Scotty pulls the switch on the transporter putting them back somewhere else.
My legs feel stronger but I know that I must bring my walk to a close soon, though I want to walk more.
Tomorrow is another day. More ounces to shave. Don’t give up, make a difference in your life, get up and get active.