Watch this and then we'll talk:

I was thinking "one more" on Friday when I trucked up and over and back up and over the Florida Turnpike overpass. I normally walk 3 miles but I've been doing great on the scale and want to keep the snowball rolling downhill so I figured that "one more" mile would accomplish that. So I did 4 miles.

Today on my walk, I thought "one more" and added on a loop around the park across the street from the high school.

"One more" is my new fitness mantra. Sometimes it's one more rep, one more mile, one more inch on my squats. Other days it's just one more block or one more step.

I thought I had to push myself harder and harder in my workouts, but all I got was sore or injured or frustrated. So I stepped back a bit and remembered what someone told me:

You exercise for health; you eat to lose weight.

I was burning myself out on exercise, not enjoying what I was doing, making workouts an unpleasant chore.

I really, really like walking outside but I thought that it wasn't intense enough, so I had cut back on it to make time for other workouts, but I just wasn't enjoying them as much as my walks.

(Did I tell you I had a staring contest with a squirrel this morning?)

I'm back to walking three times a week now and loving it. My goal is to log 10 miles a week. The other two days I work on strength training or bodyweight exercises. No programs, no rotation calendars. 

I always end up going back to my program of Extreme Moderation.