I'm getting both in Berkeley. Probably both because I don't drive. Without a vehicular commute, there's never any temptation to just go ahead and swing through Arby's. ("This roast turkey & swiss sandwich is healthy, so by getting it, I earned the mozzarella sticks"). I'm too afraid of looking incompetent to try the unfamiliar bus system, so walking it is. Seven miles at a time, when Brandi has something to say about it.
But I haven't been going for runs like I wanted to, and have only scaled the nearby hill (mountain) a handful of times. I've spent weeks practically without leaving the house, thanks in part to laziness but largely due to a foot injury. Yet my weight is as low as it's been in two years, and if I shed another pound or two I'll weigh less than I did since I started my last year of college. I weigh the same now as I did last summer, when I was obsessively running up to three miles a day. And I'm chalking it up to the good ol' California diet (not counting a night of In 'n Out. Bloated, but worth it).
I've read that exercise can keep weight off, but diet is really the only good way to lose it in the first place. I'll buy that.
(Mark thinks he lost a hundred pounds or so from walking around all day, but I think it has more to do with his daily intake of about 45 calories.)
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