Last night, I went for a walk... And not just a stroll.
65 minutes of pulse-racing, sweat inducing, POWER walking.
But... Is that really so amazing? I mean, granted, if someone normal sized power-walked for more than an hour while carrying a fridge, it'd be pretty note-worthy, but sometimes, people "attaboy"ing me makes me feel, well, a bit like a freak.
On the route I walked yesterday, I went past a coworker's house... As I was walking by (wearing headphones, blasting music) suddenly I hear, "CHANTEL!!"
I turn around to see my coworker on her deck, and she's asking me questions, telling me how great I'm doing, how I'm keeping a really good pace...
If I weighed 200 lbs, would people give me all these pats on the back?
I like encouragement, and acknowledgement, like anyone! But I'm really starting to think that enough is enough... I just kind of want to get on with the business of being a regular person losing weight, and not some kind of office mascot...