I've been putting this off for a while - not excusing what I've physically become, but I've had higher priorities. Now, this is my highest priority. I want to be the best me, completely, that I can possibly be. That means emotionally - which I believe I am, mentally - and I'll be damned if I haven't made a huge change there, and physically. Yes, physically.
As an aside, if I weren't already motivated enough to do this on my own, my attempts at dating & replacing JC definitely are even more compelling. Ok, enuff PC-ness for one blog - I'm getting shot down by ninjas that I wouldn't normally give the friggin' time of day. Enuff is enuff.
And it feels good, to get movin'. That first week was r-o-u-g-h. The second week, not so rough. And that last time at work - that was FUN! It feels good to make strides toward that goal - even if the goal is pretty far away - it still feels good to make some steps toward it.
Oh, the goal - you probably want to know what that is, right?
When I moved to GA, I inadvertently lost a lil weight. I wasn't the size I am now, but I still accidentally lost some weight. Some combination of running the streets, hitting the clubs, and being too busy to eat wrong (Ruby Tuesday's salad bar was my best friend) got me down to a size 12-14. Flat stomach (no six-pack, but still), defined biceps, firm thighs, etc.
That's my goal. Not for anything, but I didn't have to try hard to reach that back then. Now, I KNOW I have to try really hard, since I'm not on the Clubbin'3X/week exercise program, and I have to cook for my son regardless. But, I was in the best physical shape of my life then, and I wasn't starving myself, or on diet pills, and I maintained that for a LOOOOONNNGGGG time. And although I've changed a lot, I don't feel much different than I did then.
It begins...
Wish me strength y'all.
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