In my youth, I exercised to look good. Now, in middle age, I exercise to feel good.
I gained 10 pounds this year. I had stopped exercising completely in my fatigue. Going for a walk would actually tire me.
I’m better now. I’m rested, and I’m walking again and doing other gentle activity.
Sometimes it’s hard. I still wake up tired for various reasons, but I try to force myself to do something.
I’ve never had weight issues before. I have no idea if this is going to be hard to lose because I’ve never yo-yo’d before with weight. It’d be nice to fit all my clothes again.
At this point, though, it’s more about mental health. It’s nice to wake up feeling happy and ready to take on the day.
It’s amazing how you keep redefining “normal” as you move through life. I don’t take it for granted anymore if I have an energetic day.
I want to live a Real Housewives of Honolulu life that I have always dreamed of. In each housewife stint, I thought about it and never totally made it happen. To me, that means daily yoga, perhaps the gym, a weekly social date, happily cooking dinner and keeping the house clean, and then being totally ready to hang with Olivia after school.
So this is good. I am motivated to get to the “next” level of living well. So much is based on my energy, so I walk like my life depends on it.