Monday, July 05, 2010
Two years ago I went on a mission, a mission to lose weight. I was 252 lbs when I started then, imagine that. I lost 60 lbs and felt great! I walked 2 or 3 miles a day, I did exercise dvd's, I walked home from the store one day and then still walked my 2 miles that day for a total of 6 miles. I was happy, I felt happy, it was great.
Then I hit a brick wall.
Then the holidays came upon me.
Then the weather too hot.
Then a cow died on my walking route and stank up the whole subdivision so I had to stay inside to avoid to stink.
Then it was raining.
Then my mp3 battery was dead.
Then I had to paint inside of my house and that was surely exercise enough.
Then I had family visit for 2 weeks, couldn't be rude and take time away from them when they had come all this way to spend time with us.
Then it was too cold.
Then I would go for a walk if someone would come with me, if they wouldn't, I wouldn't.
Then I forgot.
Then I kept telling myself I'd get 'back on the wagon' on Monday. Which Monday anyway?
Then I just didn't care anymore....until now.
It's time to begin again. I don't think I can live the rest of my life like this.