Made for Walking

These boots were made for walking... and that's just what they'll do - unless they go hooking, because they sort of look like they were made for that too. Perhaps it is better to stick to sneaks for walking. Growing up in the South, I never would have thought I would call them sneakers. But now that I am a big tennis legend (in my own mind), I can't really call them tennis shoes anymore because those are something different. I suppose if I need to be all technical about it, I walk in running shoes. Ohhhh the irony, the confusion.

Big thanks to Carrie for helping me steer back on track this week. A good walk and talk in Central Park on a cool, fall evening got me turned around. Have walked each day since. Will walk today. Will tennis with Jen tomorrow (another savior and inspiration). And walk. And will walk in the mornings with Miss Carrie next week. My friends have been such a blessing in this. IN so many ways, supportive, funny, encouraging me to be more active, giving sweet (if possible untrue) compliments. I will be glad when the process is over. (The most gigantic understatement ever!) If for no other reason, to rid myself of the feeling that I burden my friends - with worry, with fear, with food, with withdrawal, with weakness. Yes, I will be glad to be done. I dragged my feet for a bit but am now surely committed (obsessively committed) to 20 pounds by 12/22/06. It can be done. Goooo boots (a small variation on whoaaaa boot, CLK).