Since the move to Florida life has taken over, and chasing my tail on treadmill at a quick clip turned into chasing babies as a slow crawl, literally. And preparing healthy meals with quinoa and whole grains turned into shoving whatever I can in my mouth and washing it down with Pinot Grigio (the fuel that keeps mothers going). I stopped paying attention to my weight (other than to secretly chastise myself for clothes getting tight) and stopped remembering how good it felt to move and sweat. I made excuses, lots of them.
But those days are done my friends. I have a brand-spanking new pair of running shoes on their way to my door as we speak. I have my groove back for exercising-- and I WILL do it. So let me say it again, dear readers, if I forget, remind me. You wont offend me, you will support me. Once in awhile shoot me a comment asking how my daily exercise was. Ask me what I did, how much I loved it, and what my plans for the next day are.
Hold me accountable to the promise I have made to my health.
