I know some of my blogs sounds like I have arrived but I am so far from it. I fight everyday to be active because I am one lazy woman. I would rather sit here in front of my computer all day. That is my pleasure. I fight everyday to do something. Rather crunches or bicep curls or something. But then I think that isn't enough. I have to do something else. I fight everyday to get stronger but it still seems like I am weak. My breath comes short from the exertion, my calves scream in pain at an incline, hips yell at the floor, my heart is yelling at me to get it pumping freer. I fight everyday to keep from putting something else in my mouth. I watch the clock to make sure I don't eat to soon. I try to remember to use a smaller plate so that my portions are smaller. I fight everyday to motivate myself and not think about the pain, the food or the dread. I fight everyday to remind myself that the reward is just around the corner if I just fight and not just throw my hands up in the air and say, "I quit. It is too hard to fight. It is too hard to just eat one serving or just three ounces. I quit." No, I fight everyday to say, " I am not giving up now. I am just starting to see the next bend which will lead to the next and the next and the next until I see that finish line." I fight everyday to overcome my old woman with her old habits because I want to welcome the new woman in the door. I fight everyday because I know that I can.