Although the weight has continued a slow climb, and I'm really frustrated about that - I am seeing some progress. Last night, after dinner at church, I walked the church parking lot with two friends. We chatted the whole way around. One friend said to me, "You know, it hasn't been that long ago you couldn't even walk 100 feet without becoming out of breath." She's right! To be able to walk any distance at all is my own personal little miracle - and to walk and still have enough breath to talk, is amazing! Granted, I didn't run a marathon - but we walked for a good solid 10 minutes - and it is a lot more than I have been able to do since long before I was officially diagnosed with congestive heart failure.
So, Dave and I are going to start walking in our neighborhood, in the evenings, when it is cooler, I'm sure. Come join us if you'd like. I'm also doing some walking in the mornings while I wait for my van pool. (Don't worry - there are friends on the van pool parked while I walk - so I feel pretty safe.) And who knows, I might do a marathon - one of these days...
Now, if I can just get the weight to start back down...
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