Counting calories. That's the plan. I've spent the last several weeks trying to determine the best path for me on my quest for a normal, comfortable weight. I pondered the whole "cookie/dozen cookies" conundrum. I looked at my eating habits. I tried to pinpoint my weaknesses. I don't have an answer. After all that pondering, I just don't have an answer. So I've decided to count calories. I downloaded an app, MyFitnessPal on my phone. And I'm counting. One meal at a time. I've been trying to ramp up the exercise -starting slow. One walk at a time. I don't always get 'er done, but I've started. And we all know that sometimes, that's the hardest part. Just getting up off the sofa, and taking those first steps - rain, shine, sleet, snow. Letting go of excuses and realizing that the end result DOES justify the means.
And I know, in the back of my mind, where my dreams lay, waiting to be realized, that with persevance and some determination, one of these days I'll step on the scale and see a number that doesn't fill me with dread. And I'll wake up in the moring and know that I will exercise because that is what I do.
I have it in me. I know I do.
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