I had set a goal last week of working out at least 20 minutes each day. Believe it or not (I barely believe it myself), I stuck to it and made time each day to do something, as long as I was moving.
After skipping weigh-in last week, I weighed in this week to a nice loss. Then I kept it up over the weekend and had a very active weekend: yard work on Saturday and then a long hike with my stepson’s dog on Sunday. I can’t wait until the weather finally cools off here, and we can hit the trails and not worry about heat stroke or melting.
Since it was just me and my four-legged partner in crime, I decided we would jog a little here and there to burn off some of his extra energy. He loved it, and he got wound up like a hyper puppy, even showing off a bit since he is so much faster than me, darting what suspiciously appeared to be smug glances my way when he had to wait for me to catch up. I am still a certified cat person, but I admit to a soft spot for this stubborn, hard-headed, clumsy mutt.
