Why some walks just kick my ass, I'll never know....

Lately there have been some really bad walks for me. I am glad I have gone but they just are total ass kickers and today was one of them. I don't know if it was because I added a mile to it. Perhaps it was because it was hotter than usual but that last mile had me self talking the entire way home. "Listen Amy, you have walked 6, 7, 10, HECK, you have walked over 13 miles, you can get up a darn hill!" I was telling my husband this and he reminded me. "How long had you been at it when you walked that 13 miles?" and I said it had been over a year. Then he asked how long I have been at it now, and I said just over 2 months. So I guess there is my answer...sorta. I still think there is some mystery in there and it has to do with my energy and what I am or am not eating because somedays I am full of energy, and other days I am pooped and dragging. I go anyway but what a struggle. I have thought that perhaps a food journal may be in my future so I can pin point what a "good day" looks like compared to a bad day. Hubby says it's the carbs but in my whiniest voice I "don't wanna" add more because I think I eat a decent amount, and good ones too. Today, I actually cooked something I have never made before. I bought Salmon. I cooked it in a skillet, and then had that with a salad and half of a light skinned sweet potato for lunch. It was pretty good. It would have been much better grilled but not bad for my first try at cooking Salmon. That was my 3rd time in a week eating fish, so go me! I am making potato soup for the family for dinner and I believe I will make lentils for myself. I have discovered that if I cook them with Rotel, and chicken stock and other vegetables like carrots, red pepper, garlic, celery, onion, they are really yummy, and a little spicy. I guess I will figure all this out in time, little by little. I just have to hang in there. As I was walking down the road to head off for my walking, my shoulders were slumped and I was feeling a bit discouraged. I was asking myself if I could keep fighting. As I was walking the last bit home, beet red faced, sweating, and huffing and puffing, I told myself and I am fighting for my life. I literally fighting this battle for my life, and I will have to keep fighting. Those demons that want to push me back and tell me this is way to hard, or it's not working or it's taking too long. F#%* em! I can't listen to that! I will get there, one foot in front of the other foot, in front of the other foot..............and so it will go.