Hit the six-month mark this week and it sort of snuck up on me. I started in January mostly because the house got too quiet after our youngest moved out, and I needed something to do with my evenings besides grazing in the kitchen.
First walk was 12 minutes around the block and I had to sit down after. Now I'm doing 40 minutes most mornings and I've mapped three routes I actually look forward to.
Down from an 18 to a 14 in jeans — bought one thrift-store pair as a test and they buttoned. Cooking changed too; I make a big pot of soup every Sunday and eat it for lunches all week. Not every week is a win.
Some weeks the scale doesn't budge and I get cranky about it. But the walks stick around no matter what.
Anyone else find the habit locked in before the numbers did?