My last weight loss journey; lunch time

I used to walk on my lunch break. It’s no fun walking by yourself. Now that the weather is getting cooler, I might start back. Maybe go to the dog park? I’d be burning gas to get there. Plus, how sad would Cheekie be if I went to the dog park without him?

I could go home on my lunch break. Again, burning gas to get there. Then I’d have to take Cheekie out. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been gone 30 minutes or 3 hours; when I come through the door, he wants to go out. And I understand that. He’s a house dog. Outside there are smells, grass under his paws and sunshine. Sometimes, he can go out in under 10 minutes. Other times, he wants to waller in the outdoors as long as I will let him.

We get 2, 15 minute breaks. I used to walk on my breaks with a co-worker but she got fired. 😢 This is the only place that I’ve worked where we are encouraged to take our breaks. Looking at names and numbers all day long will make your head hurt or spin.

Back to the lunch question, it’s difficult to balance the feeling of ‘this sucks’ to ‘how much gas did you burn to do this’?

Sometimes I run errands on my lunch break. But not often. Other times, I just sit in my car (to get warm) and read.

9-20, went walking on my lunch about 20 minutes. Hotter outside than I’d thought it would be. I have no desire to smell like sweat at the office. 👃

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