The beginning is not "near", it's "NOW".
All of my adult life, I planned for things 'later, tomorrow, next week, etc.' There was always something more pressing to do, deal with my (ex) spouse, take the kids somewhere, after I feel better, as soon as I have energy....I always planned to eat better or exercise 'on Sunday, the beginning of the week.'
I actually had a calendar hanging on my fridge that outlined my housekeeping chores each day. I would sit and make the calendar out before the beginning of each month...there was never any 'me' time scheduled.
You know what...those errands never ended and those times never came.
The last time I was totally serious about exercising was at the prodding of a friend who said she wanted someone to exercise with. We always visited daily anyways and while the husbands were off doing whatever, we set the kids up playing or watching tv and we cranked up the Janis Joplin and worked our way through two pages of exercises that she had cut out of a magazine.
Over a couple of months time, I worked my weight down to my medically "ideal" weight of 145....and I swear that the day after I weighed and the scale said 145, I found out I was pregnant.
My first pregnancy was very difficult and dangerous (I was very young and was hospitalized many times during), so I didn't want to over-do anything and hurt myself with this baby. I was only 18 and did not have the knowledge that I needed to keep myself at a healthy weight. When I told my friend that I was PG, she told me that I shouldn't exert myself.
We were all so young and ignorant of how to be healthy.
I sat and watched my friend continue with her daily exercises for a few days before I stopped going to visit during the times she would be working out.
We remained friends throughout the years and although we would lose touch, we always found each other again. The last time we found each other, it had been years since we had spoken. We both hate to talk on the phone, but talked for HOURS getting caught up.
We are currently out of touch and I found something on FaceBook last night that her husband had passed away last month from a stroke. I am dumbfounded, and hurting for my friend and her family, I miss them terribly. I didn't have a phone number for her but got a number from a mutual friend, I called and there was no answer. All I can do is pray that it is still a good number and that we will be in touch again soon.
My friend's hubby wasn't that old, they are both in their 40's and now he is gone. He was always a hard worker and an all around good guy who would give you the shirt off your back if you needed one. He was a good father, husband, and friend.
It's kinda sad that I always thought he was healthy because he was always thin. He always got good exercise at work, he was in construction, but there were other areas of his life that were very unhealthy and it took its toll.
I realized last night that I have to stop trying to plan out every second of my life. I need to enjoy the people in it and instead of planning on taking care of myself, just to do it.
Just do it because the beginning is NOW and 'later' never actually arrives.