Shoved to Them
I looked in the mirror last night. One of those really long, honest, sigh-inducing looks. I was fresh from the shower without the hair and make-up to hide behind. I didn’t like what I saw. When did I get flabby, fat and old? This will never do. (If you know me in real life and are thinking “you’re not fat” then you’re either kind or fooled by clever clothes choices.)
Today I am embarking on a journey to change my life. I’ve never been a serious dieter. I love food. I love to slather it in sauces and relish ever morsel. I need to make sure that there are fewer morsels on my fork.
I need to rediscover my love of the gym and running. As much as I love curling up on the couch with my babies, I need to exercise if I want to meet their babies. There is heart disease in my family, and diabetes. Fat is no joke to me.
I’m adding a counter to keep track of my loss. I’m not telling you where I’m starting, just that I need to lose 20 and would rejoice at 30 pounds. I need to see it to keep me motivated, to keep me honest. Summer is around the corner, and I hear a new swimsuit and pretty sun dresses calling me. Let’s see if I can get there.
Anyone want to join me?
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