Celebrating the small stuff
July 28, 2009
When I was walking my dog, Tuesday, this morning, he spotted a squirrel a couple of blocks ahead and bolted after it. I raced along with him until we reached the tree where the animal had fled. Tuesday was bummed that he hadn't managed to catch it, but I was elated that I could sprint for two blocks without keeling over-something that was almost impossible six months earlier.
I was so motivated by this tiny victory that I thought of some other ways my life has changed for the better since I started getting in shape. There's the fact that when I meet my friend, Noelle, for coffee at her favorite trendy cafe, I don't have to worry about squeezing myself into the tiny armchairs. Or the knowledge that when I go clothes shopping now, I can always find something that fits. Or the way my 85-year-old neighbor always comes out onto her balcony and cheers whenever she spots me jogging up the long hill to my house at the end of my daily run, as if I were about to cross the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Reaching my goal of losing 80 pounds is going to be amazing, but these small surprises are the icing on the (lowfat) cake.