So, I kinda forgot that I had a blog. Sort of like I kinda forgot that I wanted to lose weight and get into shape.
I have a really short memory.
But I finally *did* remember, thanks to some crazy health issues and the increasing level of tightness in my khakis. So I pulled up this blog, and read through the older entries. And it was a series of post after post reading, essentially, "Oh gee - I fell off the wagon! Oh gee - I never exercise! Hee hee! Isn't that adorable/funny/charming/relatable?"
But it's not. It's a sign of a lack of maturity, a lack of self-control, and a general lack of having all my stuff together as an adult woman should.
Either I have control of my life, my body, my health - or I don't.
And I do.
So, it's back on the Weight Watchers train, and I've joined a running challenge here at work. I'm running 10 miles a week. And by "running" I mean "shuffling along in two-minute increments punctuated with lots of walking and wheezing uncontrollably". Since it's been surface-of-the-sun hot around here lately, I've been doing my running on the elliptical trainer and the resistance settings on that sucker are kicking my tail. I'm looking forward to cooler weather so I can run outside and give myself a break.
(Even though there isn't a level road surface within four miles of my home. I've looked.)
Here we go, kids. There is literally no turning back. I'm 33 years old, and it's either change my life now or pay for my choices for the remainder of the time Jesus allows me to wander around on this earth.
I'm going to need lots of His (and your!) help.
