The next 6 months July 5, 2009
The 1st six of 2009 have proven to be total chaos. I turned 38 yesterday and am hereby vowing to make my 39th year the best yet health wise. Today I have a house full of kids, and a gaggle of crap to get through in my brain. But this is it, my new leaf. A day at a time. A pound a time (when was the last time losing just 1 was good enough? Gotta retrain my brain to think in small pieces.)
I have figured out that no matter what a sundress looks like in the catalog or on the internet, it will not make you look like the chick wearing it. Clothing + my body still look like my body stuff into something too young, too tight, too frumpy, too old. I need to shed a layer or five and then play dressup. Gotta do work people. This bod has seen better days, but not its best days.
My Goal for July is journaling. Daily. But only after at least 20 minutes of exercise. I will use my treadmill time to think about what I want to write, or to remember to breathe, which ever comes to mind first.