No excuse.

When I weighed myself on Thanksgiving morning for my starting weight, I weighed exactly 200 pounds. I was kind of astonished. I mean, I've known I've been siting in the 190's for a while...but that 200 mark was something else.

I've since lost three pounds, but I feel ashamed for letting myself get to this point. I've even been in possession of a gym membership for four years to a gym that is two blocks away from my house. I'm not a busy single mom, or a professional who works 50 hours a week; I have no excuse for my laziness.

But I can't just wallow in self-pity. Self-pity won't get me anywhere, especially when I've made the committment to not feel bad about myself, because I am beautiful and deserving no matter what. I must, instead, own up to my losses, and vow to do better.


And I will do better. I've already started with a conscious effort to make healthier eating choices, turning down bowls of ice cream and frappucinos. I also go to the gym on Monday, Thursday, and Friday to do a half hour of cardio (I'm working my way to an hour) and as much time as I need to do weights, which is usually about 45 minutes.

It will be difficult, I know. I let myself go for a long time, and it will take a long time to get back to being healthy. But if I'm lucky, it won't take me as long to lose the weight as I spent putting it on.