Looks like the party's over, at least for a while. Sometime after I came home from work Friday morning, the temps started dropping and the wind picked up. We went from 34 degrees to a wind chill of minus ten. We've gotten way too used to forty degrees.
I had to put the liner back in my new purple coat. I had to find gloves. I thought I would skip my walk on Friday evening, but almost instinctively I geared up and headed out right on time. I told myself I didn't have to walk the whole 1.25 mile loop. There are a couple places where I can short cut back to the office if I need to. I passed them without hesitation. When the cold got to be too much, I started jogging. Yep, jogging. I do not know where this person came from but she sure looks like me. Only it can't be me because the only things that could make me voluntarily run would be one of the kids in trouble or a cattle prod. Neither was in sight. Yet I started jogging. When I wanted to quit, I picked a landmark up ahead and told myself I could go back to walking when I passed it. Only when I actually did pass it, I just picked another landmark and kept jogging.
So it seems I'm changing more than my eating habits. And can I tell you? It feels pretty darn good to know that I sucked it up and did something good for myself, even when I had a valid excuse to skip it. Yay, me!