This has pretty much been my life motto:
Except here's the problem, I am getting to the point where even my fat clothes are tight. And it sucks. I found a picture of me the other day which was taken almost exactly four years ago, when I was very close to the thinnest I have been since high school.
Anyway, I say all that to say this: I need to get serious about eating right and exercising. I feel better when I do it. I have so much more energy when I am doing what we are supposed to do. And I don't just need to do it because it makes me feel better, but because I have all of the bad diseases in my family history, and if I don't want to have them myself, it's time to fight. (Because I'm not getting any younger, even if I am not that old!)
Sure, I've said all this before, which is why this post isn't really about the grand gestures. I was actually encouraged to get with it by something very simple. My childhood friend (in that I can't actually remember a time in my life when I didn't know her) has been challenging everyone to get moving by posting daily exercise challenges. And my goal is to do those challenges and whatever else I feel up to for the entire summer. Weight Watchers has worked for me in the past if I can stick with it, so I may try to add that as well. But my plan is to just take this one pound (and one crunch) at a time. I don't even have a scale, nor do I intend to get one because I get number obsessed. I will know by how my clothes feel and how I feel. My big goal, which I hesitate to even really set, is to run a 5K by this time next year. I don't know if I will do that, but it feels nice to have some kind of long-term goal in mind.
Wish me luck! And have a great weekend!