I'm learning to love my morning walk. Exercising isn't the first thing that comes to mind when I try to think of enjoyable activities, but I find that I look forward to it a little more every day.
Just after Christmas, a new friend asked me if I would like to walk with her every morning. We've been walking for about an hour every day that I'm not subbing at the school. Some mornings it has been awfully chilly, but we just tie our scarves a little tighter and walk a little faster. I'm noticing I can walk farther, faster, and I'm less out of breath than I was just a month ago. I'm also becoming addicted to my pedometer and will sometimes stay up a little bit later if my step count hasn't reached 10,000 for the day. Now if the extra weight I keep carrying around would start to melt away, I'd really love it.