Today I was to meet three friends at the mall to walk. No one showed. I debated whether to go in and walk by myself, but I did. I made one round and nearly talked myself out of finishing the other three rounds.
It seems to be longer by myself even though I finished in less time. I like the solitude—it’s good for the Soul. I kept cheering myself on. It wasn’t that difficult when I thought about all the “bad” stuff I ate this past weekend.
Pizza at PI that Jerry & Nancy treated us to, that leftover Wickedly Delicious Chocolate Cake and homemade vanilla ice cream, breakfast at Uncle Bill’s on Sunday morning, my first Gus’s Pretzels from Mike, malt balls all the way from Chicago from Mark & Kristen, chocolate covered pretzels from Linda—sweet stuff from sweet friends.
I walked knowing the exercise wouldn’t equal the calories that passed through my lips. But it was worth it knowing I have some mighty sweet friends.