I lost the plot back in January really. Then I had no motivation. Then work got very stressful. Then I had to prepare to move cities. Then I needed to feel settled before I could do anything.
Well. I'm here, I'm settled, I'm (mostly) unpacked and moved in, and I'm all out of excuses. I want to be healthy. I want to be fit. I want to be awake all day! I want to not puff walking up my not very steep street. I want to fit into aeroplane seats, be able to wear the women's style work clothing (currently the work shirts don't come in my size), not get raised eyebrows if I have something sweet, be able to play sport, and in the next couple of years I will probably get married and I don't want to walk down the aisle as a size 24.
I remember how awesome I felt when I was losing weight. I looked better, slept better, was in a better mood! Why on earth would I not want that again? What would possess me to go back to being tired, lacklustre, unexcited and grumpy?
I go back to weigh in on Saturday. I'm not nervous, I'm excited! I get to start being healthy again!!! Fresh city, fresh house, fresh start.
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