Hello, again, my workout peeps

So guess what.  I weighed myself yesterday and I was the fattest I have ever been by one pound.  235.  I was wearing a dress yesterday and noticed I looked particularly blobby and decided to check it out.  Turns out I am particularly blobby.  It seems it is time to get serious about this shit.  I've been yo-yoing, publicly, for about two years now.

I've tried the massive exercise schemes (BeFitin90, Intensity, and Cto5K) and they haven't worked very well for me.  I've also tried to track my diet, and found that I'm not very reliable in writing down/entering my intake.  What do I lack? Commitment.

I could say time, but that would be a lie.  I definitely waste at least 30 minutes a day and could carve out that time to exercise.  Tracking the food I eat takes only minutes, and I don't do it because I don't—or didn't—care.  But here's where not caring got me: fat(ter).

Apathy doesn't just affect fitness.  When I'm apathetic about the budget, we spend too much money.  When I'm apathetic about work, my product quality and quantity slips.  When I'm apathetic about relationships, they decay.  Apathy is the slow death and reversal of progress.

So, it looks like it's time to care again.  And this time, with your help, I want to keep on caring. Indefinitely.  Infinitely.

This morning, I did a thirty minute power walk.  You would not believe how out of shape I am.  I was huffing and puffing (not blowing any houses down, though) and was so overheated by the time I got home, a cool shower couldn't cool me down.  Of course, I went for this walk at 10 AM in July, so I'm sure an earlier start would help.  I started using My Fitness Pal to track my foods again, too.  It's day one, all over again.

While I know that alcoholics and drug addicts certainly face much bigger challenges than I do, their "one day at a time" motto is pretty much how I'm going to have to do this. I have lots of quotes.  A quick tour of pinterest could provide enough fitness inspiration to get anyone thinking about running marathons. "No matter how slow you go, you're lapping the ones on the couch." "Don't give up because of what someone said or did.  Use that as motivation to give it all you've got." "Sweat is fat crying."  My personal favorite, "Get the fuck out of bed." Yep.  That's what I need to do.

Or another favorite, "Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow." That's the goal.  Try again tomorrow.  And the next day.  And so on.  Until it's no longer trying, it's just doing.