Hi, friend!

Ever wonder what those confusing ingredients in the back of your bottle of foundation or laundry detergent mean? Me too. And I’m writing it all down here to share with you.

L for the L Word (No, it's Not Love)

L for the L Word (No, it's Not Love)

Take a walk. Go outside. Even just for 5 minutes.

What I am telling you may sound cliché but I think it is cliché for a reason. My personal hypothesis is that everyone tells you to take a stroll in the fresh air in hopes that one out of the million bloggers out there can persuade/brainwash you enough for you to see that a walk during the day is V-I-T-A-L. Like a literal make or break your bad mood.
I know because I’ve tried it.
(And mostly because I was forced to).

My commute from work changed a bit and I have been blessed/forced to walk 20 minutes from the train to the location where I meet my husband. I am a yoga girl – not a marathon runner. So anything that involves walking longer than 10 minutes sans mountains or a latte at the end breeds an automatic groan and eye roll. I use to not be this way. (I blame my corporate cubicle and the fact that I previously lived where everything was in arm’s reach.). Mostly, I blame myself.  The first 2 days of this new walk after work equaled to blistered heels because I refused to wear anything but my new Lauren Conrad’s. I was so spoiled being catered to each and every destination of choice that this 20 minute walk was a new torture – and an inconvenience.

I wish I was both an octopus and a time traveler so I could go back to that moment and slap myself with all 8 hands at once.

What a brat I am, I thought. I have a family member that spends half of her time in a wheelchair because of a terminal illness yet here I am whining at the fact that I have to move my lazy butt. My grandmother lives in a nursing home and I bet she too wishes she could do such things. 

Luckily, 2 days was all it took for me to gain perspective and see this walk as not only exercise, a moment to breathe, or an opportunity to educate myself via podcasts or audiobooks…I saw who I became.
It was hard to admit but I became so lazy. (that is the L word, fyi)
Day in, day out, clocking in, sitting for 8-10 hours, and clocking out took up such a large portion of my day that I became adapted to just sitting. Sure, I would do my yoga but I never pushed myself toward a strenuous workout. Once I started sweating in my 10th downward dog I would stop. I would order take-out because I did not want to stand and cook a quick stir-fry. I wanted new episodes of Narcos and nachos – not Pilates and push-ups.
Both my attitude and waistline felt a difference. 

You may have thought this was long-winded and “Miranda why couldn’t you have just said you can’t fit in your pants anymore and learned your lesson?”.

I wanted to share that it does not have to be an outrageous doctor’s appointment or a surgery or a death in the family to wake you up and realize you need to start getting healthy.

All it takes is for you to step out and take a walk. Go outside. Even for 5 minutes.

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M for Merry + Bright

M for Merry + Bright

K for Klutzy Kitten

K for Klutzy Kitten