Almost exactly three years ago, I purchased a good-quality treadmill and started a ritual – one that I hoped would change my life.
At 245 pounds, I was well on my way to serious health problems. My blood pressure was up, my stamina was down, my breathing was labored, and I had just become a father again, so there was little sleep happening at our house too.
OK, it wasn’t just that I had enough of the excessive weight, I had my physician lower the hammer on me – do this or else! Looking at my young children, and remembering that my father had died at age 29 of a sudden heart attack, I did not want my kids to have to say to their friends “my father died”. I never liked saying that as a kid, but I said it plenty – it just came up occasionally.
Overnight, I changed many lifestyle choices – eating much healthier foods, taking in way fewer carbohydrates, and walking as close to every day as I could. Due to a back injury, running is quite painful, but I do walk at a fast clip on my trusty treadmill; uphill all the way, increasing the speed every 10 minutes. The wall mounted TV/DVD in front of me keeps my mind off “the burn” and I walk, and I walk. Assuming I walk for 30 minutes (maybe around 1.5 miles) each day, & I do this 300 days per year (I think that’s a low estimate), I have walked approximately 1.350 miles – roughly the distance from my Virginia home to Dallas, Texas.
Three years ago today, I wore 42″ waisted pants – today I wear size 33. Three years ago today, I thought how much better I felt after taking my ritual walk. I still feel this way after tonight’s walk.
“Howdy, partnah – where’s the nearest diner? I’ve walked a long way & could use a #1 club.”