I am scared....I don't know where to begin, I am afraid to begin. I am afraid of failing like I have so many times before. Yet that picture horrifies me, who is that person in the picture holding my grandson.
Yesterday we took my grandson to the children's museum; we had a great time. They have one of those large chairs that make you feel child size when you sit in it. I crawled up on the chair, scooted back and sat my grandson between my legs so my daughter could take a picture of us. What I saw later as I went through the pictures is something that horrified me. I didn't recognize the person in the photo. Who was that woman? It looked like she was wearing one of those inflatable floating rings you use for swimming around her waist under her t-shirt. I just wanted to cry, I knew I was gaining weigh, I could see it in the mirror and my family has ever so lovingly has told me I need to take off some weight. But as much as I agreed with them I just couldn't seem to get in the right frame of mind to do something about it. Why is that????
As I look at the picture I realize how disgusting it is (I am too embarrassed to post the picture just yet). I can't ask the question "how did I get to this point?" I know the science of how I got here - obsession with food and lack of exercise. But what I don't know is the mental side of it. I used to care about myself. I used to exercise and and loved the challenge. I used to want to keep everything in order, and now - I just seems like it is way too much effort.
So my journey begins....to get fit one step at a time....body, mind and soul and this is the first step. I want to put my journey out there to reach out for support from others who have already walked this path and to maybe help encourage those who haven't yet began their journey.
As they say "there is power in numbers".