When I think about weight loss I just want to put my head in my hands. As girls, we are always desperate to lose weight and never really interested in getting healthy.
Of course, we look after ourselves. We eat healthy, balanced meals, we try to go to the gym. But if we aren’t getting desirable results we’re frustrated.
I snack like crazy, yet I always want to lose a little. My HIIT routine is great for building strength and getting a perky bum, but not so great for balancing eating cookies for breakfast with losing weight.
Looking for a solution I started to research healthy weight loss. You know, the kind fueled by daily activity, not some weird meal replacement shakes. That’s when I heard that 10,000 steps a day are all it takes to lose weight.
Walk yourself skinny
I read about a woman who was dangerously overweight and halved her weight simply by walking. It kind of makes sense, I was skinnier when I walked around school all day.
I decided to look into it, and with that I downloaded Pacer. The first app in my recommendations that tracked my steps. It also has a coach and dedicated plans to track your weight loss per week. The hard setting told me it would take 9 weeks to get to where I wanted to be. I was positive.
The first day I was shocked.
I truly thought I was active. I run around London like a crazy person, so I expected the app to give me a round of applause and call me heroic. But, that crazy running only amounted to about 5,000 steps. Public transport is way too convenient. My ballet shoes slipped off on the curb and I opted to hop on a bus instead of try to complete the other 5,000.
But, I decided to persist. The next day my tube was handily closed so I had to walk home, amassing 7,000 steps. Once I got home I didn’t care to continue holding my phone and walking so I stopped.
You see the general theme here? I kept giving up. You know why? Because after a busy day running around London from point to point, I just couldn’t be bothered. When I lived in my old city, I would regularly walk everywhere because there was no tube, the buses were rubbish and I couldn’t drive. I’m sure 10,000 steps was no sweat for me when I was 16. There were beautiful brooks and bluebell fields to explore.
In London, it seems harder. It doesn’t seem like a city that walks. It’s a city that runs, dashes, huffs and puffs. Everybody has a purpose; even on a weekend.
So, I got out of London. I visited a city with a cathedral, I walked around town looking in fudge shops. And guess what? I hit 10,000 without even realizing. That weekend I probably did more steps than I have in my whole working week.
When I got back I decided to keep an eye on my steps, not my scales. And guess what? I lost weight. It almost feels like cheating. I looked at a before and after photo the other day and shared it with my friends with sassy comments. Look, my face is skinnier and all I’ve done is walk everywhere!
I’m not where I need to be, but I think 10,000 steps a day will certainly get me there!