I have been somewhat inspired by everyone’s favorite chocolate lover, Ms Chaos, to get off the couch and get moving. Almost every day, she writes in her blog and describes the walk she has taken and the things she’s seen on her walk. She’s very lucky to have such a beautiful area to walk through, and she’s taken some lovely photos.
Last week, I was sitting here on my couch, feeling sorry for myself and rather depressed, when I saw not one but two different ladies strolling by my house with their dogs. I looked at my own dog and figured he could get some exercise along with me, so I grabbed his leash and Grace, and all three of us went for a walk.
The first day we kept to the neighborhood and walked for forty-five minutes. When we got home, I felt so refreshed from the exercise and from the simple fact I had gotten up and done something with my time, instead of lounging on the couch, watching tv. The fog of my depression had lifted a bit, and I felt more optimistic about things. I figured this walking thing was really good for me.
The second day we headed to the neighborhood next to ours and walked for an hour. I love the neighborhood next to mine; it’s full of small houses that are very well taken of, along with some really old houses that have been here for at least a hundred years. The only problem with walking over there is there are no sidewalks, so keeping Grace and the dog close to me can be somewhat difficult.
I had to take the weekend off, as we were busy, but today we went out walking again. Kurt suggested that we go right after lunch, and we walked for another hour around the apartment complex next to our neighborhood.
I’ve figured out some things along the way with this walking thing. The main thing is, dress more warmly than you think you need to. When we left today, the temperature said 45º. Since I’m walking and producing my own heat, I would normally put on a fleece jacket instead of my down winter coat. I tried that the first time we went for a walk and ended up freezing my tushie off! The problem is the wind. When we left the house today, I felt overly warm in my down coat, but by the time I got home, I was so thankful I had my heavy coat on. The wind picks up and starts gusting, and the wind chill sends the temperature plummeting. By the time I got home, my cheeks were ice cold. But the rest of me was warm, thanks to my down coat.
Another reason for this walking thing, in addition to keeping me from spiraling down into depression, is weight management. Obviously, I am pregnant, which means I will gain weight. I really have no problem with that, and I love how I look when I am pregnant. But I am already overweight (obese by the BMI charts), and my doctor suggests I keep my weight gain to a minimum. It wasn’t that difficult with Grace (only 20 pounds gained with her) because Kurt was gone for my last trimester. He wasn’t around to convince me, which isn’t really that hard, to go out to dinner all the time. Instead I was home by myself, and I was cooking one dish of food that would last me at least three or four days, and each night I’d liven up the meal with a salad on the side. If I got terribly peckish, I’d treat myself to celery with peanut butter. Since I lived so far out from town, I couldn’t even call for delivery, so take-out was kept to a minimum. It was so easy to keep my weight down without having to work at it.
This time, Kurt is home, and he loves to eat out, as do I. Sure, there are healthy options, and I try to steer myself towards them, but it isn’t always easy to make the right choice. Sometimes I’m craving something bad for me, and I give in.
That’s where the walking comes in. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep my weight gain down to a reasonable amount, and I and the baby both will be healthier for it.
The downside to exercising?? Now I’m hungry. FEED ME!!!