Goodness, it’s *checks watch* the 17th of January which means I have done approximately 34 hours of exercise since New Years Day! I’m still holding out about the not weighing thing but my clothes definitely seem a bit looser, especially around the middle.
Due to a wheezy chest I’ve been mainly keeping to flat ground but yesterday I went for a much anticipated walk up Pendle Hill. Starting off from Barley at 8am, I finally reached the top about 10am. It was a blustery, drizzly day and I really struggled at times on the steep path to the summit. I wore my new size *mumble* bright pink look-I’m-a-proper-walker Regetta coat and I even managed to get it zipped up all the way up which was handy considering the weather conditions. I still haven’t got round to buying a good pair of walking trousers so I ended up wearing some linen things which I managed to ruin within 20 minutes of setting off by sliding on some mud and ending up on my arse.
Ate a granola bar on the way up but wasn’t really that hungry until the second I changed my clothes in the loos at Barley when I could have suddenly ate a scabby cat. Luckily I found a little cafe so I was able to snaffle a bit of breakfast – scrambled egg on toast has never tasted soooooo good. Unfortunately I forgot to take my camera which is a shame because despite the drizzle the views were as breathtaking as ever.
wow, all that walking, I’m inspired, you’re really going for it, keep it up missus
Me too, you are doing fantastically. Puts my strolls to the local station to shame.