A few months ago I was keeping off the weight I'd managed to lose and working to lose some more, faithfully getting to the gym three times a week, and starting to make better food choices. I was feeling reasonably good about myself.
Somewhere along the way, between the tail end of summer vacation (kids at home), illnesses, parental visits, holidays abroad (Italy is beyond wonderful, but it's not exactly a diet-friendly destination, even with all the walking we did we managed to eat even more), looming work deadlines, more illnesses, and a severe case of general "I can't get up off my lazy ass" malaise things sort of went to hell in a bucket and I am no longer enjoying the ride (bonus points for anyone who gets the song reference here).
I gained back half of the weight I'd lost, stopped going to the gym, and feel utterly disgusted with myself. Not to mention I look like crap.
All that ends now.
In just a few short minutes I am headed back to the gym. I'll ease into it so as not to end up so sore that I'm then back out of commission, but I'm going back. Today. On Wednesday I have a general "recon" meeting set up with one of the senior trainers to take the dreaded measurements, discuss what crap shape I'm in, etc., and on Thursday I meet with my trainer to develop a new exercise program. It's time to get the lead out.
I can't promise I'll faithfully stick to a diet. As a foodie with awful self-discipline I find that incredibly hard, but I will do my damnedest to start making significantly better choices. If not all the time then at least more of the time.
It's time to get serious again. Who's with me?