
My son’s wedding day.
I wanted Starbucks… so I walked for it.




















Passed a weight loss clinic.
Passed a hot yoga studio.
A lot of ways to “fix yourself.”
But I’m not chasing skinny anymore.
I’m chasing feeling better.
So I walked.




Turned when I needed to.
Followed the detour.
Kept going.

And ended up here—coffee in hand, sun on my face, feeling like myself again.
Not perfect. Not fancy.
Just something that works for me.
Walk Receipts






Still counts. Always counts.
Starbucks Carrot Method – North Phoenix Walking Series
