Tonight, Mike and I went to Bistro Yoffi in the Marina to hear Vicki sing jazz. We both enjoyed the Chestnut Street location, a neighborhood I only remember visiting once or twice previously. The music was delightful and the food rich and decadent - definitely not vegan, but worth the splurge. After, I wanted to walk for a bit but hopefully avoid the steep hill I took getting there; we ended up walking over an even longer hill, but it was worth it for the great views.
I've stopped bothering to count how many miles I walk each week, because I don't need the numbers for motivation anymore. I know I'm going to walk to work every day, barring illness, injury, or truly inclement weather like a thunderstorm, and I'm going to walk home every day that I don't have something immediately following (like my Monday band workshop - which I've walked part- or all the way home from a couple of times anyway). Today I covered over 8 1/2 miles, and that's not counting any incidental walking during the day at work, like my trip to Trader Joe's at lunch. I bought one of those clip-on pedometers once but never used it; I just look at Google Maps or Gmaps Pedometer to measure significant distances. Even though I'm not losing weight as fast as I'd like, at least I'm getting some aerobic fitness and hopefully building muscle as well (which weighs more than fat anyway).