I am about to finish my third week of daily bike-riding. No fancy race bike, just my wonderful Townie. The first few nights were 3-4 miles. By the middle of the second week, I was regularly hitting 7-8 miles. Now, the target is at least 10 miles distance while picking up speed.
I need to exercise and figured, why not commit to something I enjoy? Makes sense, right? (My husband is of the “no pain, no gain” school of thought, but that’s another story!) I also hoped that with all this new physical activity I would also lose some weight – another thing I need to do.
Today, I am thankful that finally, a couple pounds have come off!
The first week I gained half a pound. I did a lot of “muscle weighs more than fat” self-talk. The second week I got back to where I started, but I also started to notice a difference in how I felt and even a slight difference in how my clothes fit. This week, I’m down two pounds. It’s not much. But, it’s enough to get me back on the bike again tomorrow.
Take time to be thankful for small steps in the right direction.