One foot in front of the other

I'm in my last days of going about my days with reckless abandon. At least as it pertains to my body. So what do I do in preparation? Binge eat of course. I'm planning on cutting my portions as I stated yesterday on July 1st. I want to try for a healthier me. I can't do that if I keep eating the same amount I'm currently used to. However, there are a few things that I want to indulge in before I crack down.

First I want a burger from Burger Island. I've found myself craving one several times over the last few days. I also want to satiate my Chinese craving. These things will not help me in the long run, I am aware. I already feel the strain my bad choices are putting on my body. It's part of the reason I desire a change.

Recently my feet have been hurting in a way that I haven't felt before. Growing up there was a time I had chronic foot pain. It consisted of my feet hurting when I applied pressure as well as when I released pressure if I was on them for too long. I never did find out what caused it. Shortly after that started happening I lost some weight and haven't had that problem since. Now I feel as though a ligament is strained. Except I'm not entirely sure if that is what I'm feeling. All I know is that there is an almost burning pain when I squeeze my foot. It started in my left foot and then I woke up feeling it in both. I was very happy about that.

I am doing a little bit to prepare for the change. I got up and went on my three mile walk. It finally clicked that I was walking with traffic the whole way and that I should change that. I did so today. It. Was. Hell. I don't know if it was because I was having a difficult time getting out of my head. I don't know if it was the drinking that happened on Friday night. Maybe it was the stroganoff and hard cider I had on Saturday night. Maybe it was everything, but today was the hardest three miles I've ever walked. I didn't make it half way before I was acutely aware of my breathing, the blisters developing on my feet, the cramp in abdomen and the other 1.5 miles that was yet to come. There was at least thirty minutes of me telling myself that I could finish, that I had done this walk before. Not to mention the parts where I begged myself to listen to the music and just keep going. I made it though. Being on my feet at work all day after this morning was not ideal, but I did that as well. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow. I can already feel it setting in.