Yesterday I committed to myself. I went to the gym and did my first day of the 5k rookie running program. Today, I'm making another commitment.

Today, I'm committing to go to the gym again. I have it on my calendar, and I'm not going to bail on my appointment with myself.

I'm a little sore from yesterday, but I need to get in my second day of training tonight since I didn't start earlier in the week. Tomorrow will be a cross-training day, to give my shins and hips a rest.

I can do anything for 20 minutes. Especially when only 5 of them involve actual jogging. I could have done more yesterday, but I decided that the best thing was not to over do it. I don't want to burn out. I want to maintain going to the gym and see it as a manageable task, not an unbearable chore.

I don't know what has changed in me over the past couple of weeks. I think that I'm just tired of giving up on myself. I'm also tired of being disgusted by myself. I want to be happy when I think about who I am and what I'm capable of.

Carving out 20-30 minutes a day for myself is not as hard as I like to pretend it is. Notice the way that I worded that? Because really, it's pretending. There are always 20-30 minutes in every day that I am just sitting around like a sack of potatoes. More often 2-3 hours in the evening. I can devote a small portion of that time to my health.

So, here is to another day of taking care of me. Here is to just a short amount of time that is devoted to only my own well-being.

Tomorrow will be a new day, and a new commitment. I hope that I make the same one again.