As I write my posts, both on Sparkpeople, and on here, I find myself wanting to find ways to spread the word about my blog. I am so excited about this renewed effort, and the seeming success that I have been having, that I want to share the story and the journey with as many people as possible. I feel that this time it is truly different, and although I can't put my finger on why that is the case, I am thanking God. All of the times I have gotten frustrated with myself, and thought, "What is wrong with me," seem to make sense now. Finally, finally, I decided to start this quest when I was actually ready.
I am in the very initial phases of my journey. It is far from over, but for the first time during my many attempts, I feel hopeful and excited. Usually by this point, about two or three weeks into recommitting, I have broken my resolve and fallen back into old patterns. If it, by some miracle, has not yet reached that point, then at the very least I have started to burn out. That is not the case this time, and I am thrilled. I continue to attack each day head-on. I truly believe that my daughter is the driving force behind this.
I look at her every day and just can't imagine missing out on a second of day with her. I want to get healthy. I need to be healthy for this gift that has been given to me. I do not want her to be the kid at the playground whose mom can't chase her around. I don't want anything less than the absolute best for her. It is about so much more than the outward appearance. I need to feel better, inside and out. I need to bring in groceries without running out of breath. I need to do the 30 Day Jump Start without feeling like I am going to die. Ten minutes of exercise should not be having that effect on a 28-year-old.
But everything is one step, one day at a time. I find that each day that I stick to it, I am actually a lot happier. I am, in fact, the key to my own happiness, and I am so grateful that I have finally gotten control over my own life. Time to start living.
I am in the very initial phases of my journey. It is far from over, but for the first time during my many attempts, I feel hopeful and excited. Usually by this point, about two or three weeks into recommitting, I have broken my resolve and fallen back into old patterns. If it, by some miracle, has not yet reached that point, then at the very least I have started to burn out. That is not the case this time, and I am thrilled. I continue to attack each day head-on. I truly believe that my daughter is the driving force behind this.
I look at her every day and just can't imagine missing out on a second of day with her. I want to get healthy. I need to be healthy for this gift that has been given to me. I do not want her to be the kid at the playground whose mom can't chase her around. I don't want anything less than the absolute best for her. It is about so much more than the outward appearance. I need to feel better, inside and out. I need to bring in groceries without running out of breath. I need to do the 30 Day Jump Start without feeling like I am going to die. Ten minutes of exercise should not be having that effect on a 28-year-old.
But everything is one step, one day at a time. I find that each day that I stick to it, I am actually a lot happier. I am, in fact, the key to my own happiness, and I am so grateful that I have finally gotten control over my own life. Time to start living.
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