I lost 3 pounds. Three whole pounds! To the ounce! Week one of losing weight is going really well.
And now I want to devote this post to my walking friend. I'll call her "J".
About 8 months ago, my cardioligist told me I'd better start walking 45 minutes a day. I started to do it on my own and I realized with my desire for socialization, and my ineptitude to focus on something so quiet was really starting to bore me. So, after assessing who, within my ward, might want to walk with me in the mornings, I called J. She wanted to, she really did. But she never came.
My walking slowly petered out, winter came, vacations came, sickness came, and it wasn't until a couple of months ago that I wanted to start walking again. Spring was coming and my body was screaming for some fresh air and exercise. I called J again. This time, she jumped at the chance and we've been walking daily every since.
Not only do I love the exercise, and my body's response to it, but I adore my talks with J. She is a true friend and we have so much in common. I love being able to talk with her about our husbands, our children, our callings, our neighbors, our problems, our happiness, our sadness, our depression, our families, and our weight problems. We joined WW together, and so now it's wonderful talking ad nauseum about WW together --food, points, exercise, etc.
It's been so long since I had a friend like this. I truly believe that every woman needs another woman to talk to about life. I love my DH and we are great friends, but since he doesn't think like a woman, he can't fulfill all the needs I have. I'm grateful for my walking friend. I'm grateful that we can share so many things together and get healthy together.
Isn't it great to have a friend?