Did I mention I'm not consistent? I think I did. I've been spending a lot of much needed time with my children. I'm in the middle of building my daughter a dollhouse. They started back to school last week and my husband should be home in 3 weeks. I can't believe it's been a year since he left for a year of hell.
Tomorrow I'm going to wake up early and do some weight training. You may be wondering why that's significant. Well you see, I'm fat and not in the way that most women say they're fat when they really aren't. I truly do need to lose some weight or I'll be facing diabetes and/or heart disease in the near future. I turned 29 on August 1 and I've become increasingly aware of just how unhealthy I am. I've always known, but it's more apparent after photos are taken. I can't blame my weight on having children any longer because my baby is now four and half.
I tend to "give it a try" only to end up 2 weeks later right back where I started. This time I'm just going to do it. No thinking. No negative self-talk. I'm just going to wake up and DO IT. Much in the same way I brush my teeth or put my shoes on before I walk out the door. I'm just going to make it a part of my day that has to be done before I even leave my house. No excuses. I don't make excuses for not brushing my teeth, because let's be honest that's just disgusting. I need to think of my fat the same way I think of my plaque. They're both equally gross and must be removed from my body on a daily basis. So, here we go and I'll keep you updated.