I went for a walk today.
Big fat hairy deal, right?
The fact is, though, that over the past 2 months, my level of physical activity has decreased significantly.
I got tired and anxious and, instead of doing things I knew would make me feel better, like running or yoga, I sat in front of my computer or the television and watched more TV than any human should ever be exposed to.
Today, I got home, changed my clothes, despite the protesting voices in my brain, and headed out for a nice, brisk 30-minute walk.
Maybe this first step can't be considered a major victory but it feels like the beginning of something good.