The slow evenings took some getting used to, but I've turned it into my restart. Ten weeks ago I started tracking my morning walks, first 10 minutes, now 35 around the neighborhood before my coffee. I also began cooking again, not just reheating whatever was easy.
This week I made a big pot of white bean and kale soup, portioned it into five lunches, and actually looked forward to eating it. Scale is down 18 pounds, and I'm down one jeans size. Not at some big milestone, but closer to feeling like myself in this next chapter. The weird part?
The walks are becoming less about steps and more about clearing my head. For those further along, what habit surprised you by sticking?