I woke up with a sore back on Friday, for no reason other than I am out of shape.
I finally weighed myself again. 226, right back where I started.
I am actually tired of junk food.
My size 18s are starting to not fit.
Work is stabilized, and after five months of insanity I no longer have to do the work of 2 people.
I am out of excuses.
This is rock bottom. I have nowhere else to go but start digging myself out of this hole. To get up, I must go down.
It's time to start eating right. To sweat. To get myself into healthy routines.
Luckily, my mind is there too. I'm craving big salads and strawberries. I want to put on my headphones and go walking, turn on the Wii and stretch with the little yoga man, hula hoop and dance with the figures.
Spring is here, and I am embarking on the same renewal. My friend Jill calls it "clicking", when suddenly things just click into place and it starts working.
CLICK.
(Comments turned off. I'm not ready to get into details yet until things are up and running; I just wanted to note this moment on the blog.)
