IFF - Black & Blue, Physically Hurt

So here's the thing. I need to walk and exercise. I've got this lifetime struggle with big hips and a mommy-tummy. And it may seem silly, but only a couple months of no walking - Nov, Dec, Jan - really had me packing on the pounds. Not to mention Christmas and goodies and self-control. It's just hard to squeeze them all together. So... wam-bam.

It was time for me the trail. The treadmill. The exercises.

I walked two miles at four point two miles per hour like I (ahem) usually do. I did my 9-minute session of squats and donkey-kicks and crunches.

Well. Lo and behold. It was not an easy day, er, week. My super long toenails cut my feet. My legs ached. My feet ached. It took me a while to start walking each time I stood up. I tried not to look at my husband grinning behind his book as he watched me out of the corner of his eye.

I am proud to say I made myself walk again the next day.

And the next.

And the next.

I've missed some days but I'm confident that my exercising hiatus is officially over. My muscles are no longer black and blue. I'm gonna be okay.