That’s how far I’ve walked in the past seven days according to my Walkmeter App. This app is brilliant, especially if you’re a bit of a geek for stats like me. I have the pro version, which costs roughly £5 for the year, and it’s the best £5 you’ll spend if you love walking.
Not a step, a temperature, a cadence (whatever that is), an ascent or an average goes unreported. The walk is mapped so forever more I can see where I walked on what day and what the weather was like as I was doing it.
Obviously I have walked more than twenty miles in the past week but that is the distance the recorded ones add up to. As in the ones I press ‘start’ and then ‘stop’ for. I don’t record walks into town or to the beach for example, just my daily three mile constitutional.
Today was freezing cold and normally that doesn’t deter me but today it did and I went off to bed this afternoon and snuggled down with my electric blanket on. By the time I woke up it was starting to get dark and it would have been very easy not to go for my walk. But! the good news is I now really, really, really want to go for my walk. I feel discombobulated if I don’t. So I did a slightly shorter version of my default walk and cut through past the Leisure Centre rather than walk the whole way round Pendennis Head.
I was wrapped up against the biting wind but it still took my breath away. The sea was gunmetal grey and angry. It was magnificent. Not for the first time I thanked God, the universe, whoever for allowing me to live in such a fantastic place. My daily walk has become part of me and my mood is so much brighter as a result. I often talk to Bob on the way round as well. Bob is someone ‘out there’. I can ask his advice, laugh with him and he teases me, but always I feel love coming from him. I constantly have to check myself: is this voice really just my subconscious speaking to me? Or is he some sort of other-worldly guide? But whenever I doubt something happens. Bob surprises me with an answer, or does something quite unlike something I would consciously invent. Or he responds in a really unexpected way. But actually what convinces me most of all that he is real, is that he really, really makes me laugh. He has a fantastic sense of humour. I giggle away at things he says sometimes because he is so funny. I probably look completely demented: the mad woman with the wild red hair who roams Pendennis Head laughing and cackling.
Today I have eaten my muesli mix for breakfast (seeds, nuts, coconut flakes, pumpkin seeds etc, etc), halloumi and ham salad for lunch and stuffed peppers and salad for supper. I can eat salad – as long as it has a lovely dressing – till the cows come home. White cabbage is the secret – it gives loads of crunch for its calories and takes a long time to eat so I feel, psychologically, completely satisfied.
Last night we ate out. My lovely friend Vicky was staying and it is her birthday next week so she and I and my partner and my children strolled the 200 yards to Gylly Beach Cafe and had a gorgeous meal. What with a meal out next Wednesday as well for my son’s birthday this might be a non weight loss week…