Something has clicked back into place. I don't know why I let myself off the hook, but I am now officially back on it. I let events (and people) get me down that are beyond my control, and it is now time to accept it and move on. Thankfully, the scale has not gone up during all the wallowing.

I looked at my kids last night, and remembered that they are why I need to fight. I want to be healthy, and active, and be able to enjoy them for a good long time. I want them to enjoy being with me, doing fun, active things. I want to feel better and now I've seen that being active helps that. So, today, I started tracking again. Tonight, I will get back on the treadmill, even if it's only for a few minutes. I'm sad that I didn't meet my last goal, but there's no reason I can't start again now. Or I can change my goals. I'm in control, and only I will decide what is beyond my reach.

I lost sight of my own advice from a previous blog. If you keep looking forward, the path seems so much longer than it really is. If you look back occassionally and remember where you started, it's easier to keep going. I'm still ahead of where I started. The past year has gone by so quickly that my head is spinning. The next year will do the same, and I don't want to be in the same place next year. I want to look back and be proud, and I want my kids to be proud. Forget everyone else. Here I am.