Last night I made a conscious decision that I am done being unhappy about my figure and I am done with doing nothing about it.
Being in a car accident limited me which depressed me. Looking in my closet as the clothes seemed to get smaller was also depressing. For a long time I gave in to that depression and openend up that bag of chips and shared the minimum amount so as to not call myself a piggy. When I was given approval from my physician to start with my workouts again, my symptoms returned and I stopped.
I vowed to start slow. To focus on three things. More sleep. More water. And more movement.
Well, that more, it is simply not enough.
This morning, after fifteen minutes of pleading with the clock, I reluctantly rolled out of bed. I remembered the promise I had made to myself.
As a blogger friend said, "Every day is the first day." And today was the first day of keeping my promises to me.
This morning, I got my sweat on with Shelly Dose, who I stumbled upon on Google+. Check out her YouTube channel.
Being my daughter, she laughed with me about my near fall all the way across the parking lot.
She wished she had captured the moment on camera. It must have been a sight to see. Thankfully for me, we do not allow our children to have cell phones until a much later age.