Monday, January 14, 2013
I live alone. I come home at night to an empty apartment that I try not to fill with junk food and excessive TV watching. I have a lot of friends. They love me.
They expect me to go out with them 8 nights a week. I balance it alright I think, but, it seems like there are a lot of things I want to do, weight loss included, but it's not the whole story, and I let everything get in the way.
And why not? This journey is for me right? I don't have deadlines or a boss or any of that at home. So the coulda shoulda wouldas pile up like a stack of dirty dishes. And I wake up every morning thinking, well how did that happen?
So, I am taking it to social media.
Tonight, I want to get in a second workout (I was just plain awful this weekend with all the football), I am going to read from an actual book, I am going to work on a poem, and I'm going to organize something and/or start my online language classes (My 2 big resolutions for 2013).
I have this sign up behind my bedroom door about the journey of a thousand miles starting with a single step, and I've seen it work. I'm down almost 30 pounds (nearly halfway to goal; the lightest I have been in adult life!) It's time to get moving in some other directions with the same commitment.
So hold me accountable. Please! Mom's especially, get on me like I'm 8 years old here. The me who I look forward to becoming thanks you in advance.