Alright, let’s talk about this stretch, the 145 days starting back on July 2nd, 2024. Wasn’t anything fancy, really. I just decided I needed to track something, anything, consistently. Just to see if I could stick with it. Settled on trying to get a short walk in every single day. Rain or shine, busy or not. Sounds easy, maybe stupidly simple.
Getting Started
So, July 2nd. Day one. Easy peasy. Went for a walk around the block. Felt good. Made a little note in my planner. A simple checkmark. Did the same the next day, and the day after. The first week flew by, felt like I was nailing it. Thought, “This is gonna be a breeze.” Famous last words, right?
The Middle Muddle
Then reality hit. Maybe week three or four? Life stuff. Work got crazy busy. Had a couple of days where it was pouring rain all day. Then I got lazy. Simple as that. Found myself making excuses.
- Too tired after work.
- It’s too hot out.
- It’s too cold out.
- What’s the point, it’s just a short walk?
- I’ll do it tomorrow.
Started missing days. Felt kinda crummy about it. The checkmarks in my planner started getting interrupted by blank spaces, sometimes little ‘X’ marks. It wasn’t a straight line of success, not even close. It was messy. Some weeks I’d only manage 3 or 4 walks. Then I’d have a burst of motivation and get back on track for a bit.
Around day 80 or 90, I kinda hit a wall. Was thinking about just quitting this whole tracking thing. Seemed pointless. But I forced myself to just keep marking it down, walk or no walk. Didn’t beat myself up too much, just recorded it. That actually helped, weirdly enough. Taking the pressure off made it easier to just… do it when I could.
Where Things Stand Now
So, 145 days later. Looking back at the planner. It’s not perfect. Lots of gaps, especially in the middle there. But you know what? There are way more checkmarks than blank spaces or Xs. Especially towards the end here. It kinda became… normal. Not automatic, still gotta consciously decide to do it most days. But it’s less of a struggle.
Did it change my life? Nah, not really. Didn’t lose a ton of weight or have some massive epiphany. But it did show me I could stick with something, even imperfectly. It was more about the process, the simple act of trying, failing sometimes, and trying again the next day. Just putting one foot in front of the other, literally and figuratively. That felt… okay. Like a small, quiet accomplishment. Nothing major, just a little proof to myself over these 145 days.
