I hope this excites and intrigues you! On the following pages, I’m going to introduce you to a program I have created, “Walk with Him.” Over a period of one month, you’ll learn the how, the why, the weight, and the win “walking with Him” works. It humbles me greatly to have this opportunity, but there’s one more thing.

I’ve tried to be careful to present the Walk with Him program in such a way that anyone, from any walk of life, would feel comfortable using it. As with any exercise program, please consult with your physician to be sure you are physically able to participate.

My dear friends, here is my mission for this book: I pray I am able to be a mouthpiece of hope for anyone hurting, tired, frustrated, and feeling worthless who is ready to leave this all behind. With that being said, if this is you, it’s time. 

Let’s take a walk, shall we?

The Why

All I Heard Was “Get” and “Fat”

Twenty years ago, I was a clueless kid entering junior college who had a teensy weight problem (I was carrying around over 300 pounds at eighteen!). I’m not entirely sure how I got to be “obese” (such a terrible-sounding word) at an early age. I’m thinking as a toddler I may have watched too much Sesame Street. My life’s mantra had become, “Me . . . like . . . cookies.” There’s one thing I can assure anyone who asks about my career path to writing “diet” books: it certainly wasn’t the natural choice. Seriously, I would have picked this just after trying a stint as a heart surgeon. And I’m the chick who gets nauseous if I flip past a television show that has a hospital setting.

Yet, here I am, it’s three in the morning, and I’m wide awake as I dream about my latest opportunity to write a book about the most powerful exercise on the planet—walking! I won’t argue. My education is not conventional. Really, the only “real degree” I have is from the school of “Screw-ups Who Have Been Saved by Grace” (but don’t worry, I’m required to take refresher courses all the time). Yet I’m convinced my personal experiences deliver more to share with you than a boatload of degrees ever could.

I don’t walk these days because it delivers the “high of running.” I say this because after I started training to run marathons, people would constantly ask me about “the runner’s high.” I’m pretty sure this whole concept is a scam created by the running community to get us to drink their antiinflammatory-laced beverages. This way we can all support the orthopedic field while we keep trekking along believing there is a euphoric state that exists where pain is relative and enjoyment can be measured in miles. Come on, who are those runners kidding?

I admit, I have spent some time pounding the pavement as a runner, and running is still something I do on occasion. But I’ll let you in on a secret: the only thrill I get is after it’s over, and I celebrate another survived run. On the other hand, I have found a workout that’s anything but new—but renews me every time, in every way—walking! I realize it’s a bit old-fashioned, simple-sounding, and straightforward. However, walking has gotten me as “high” as heaven, many times. In fact, I remember the phone call that started my revelation.

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It was a late afternoon in the summer of 2008 when Melissa, my publicist, called. She told me she had a request for me to participate in a story for the magazine First for Women. They had called her because they were doing an article on walking partners. The editor thought it would be a nice sentiment to include God as a partner—along with a spouse, a child, or even a dog. The editor wanted me to be the “God expert.” It’s kind of funny when you think about it. What gives me these credentials?