This morning is a new day, a new week, a new month. Yeah, June technically started on Saturday, but we all know Monday is the actual new start of anything. So here we go!
I am ready for a new start. I really am. It’s not even so much that I’m fired up and motivated and gung-ho…more like “I am so tired of my own shit. I need a change.” But whatever works, right?
I enjoyed our weekend with the kids. I like weekends like this one, when we just tease each other, make up nicknames for each other, try to one-up each other with our hilarious (at least to us) jokes. I know the kids appreciate the break from the drama, bitching, and bickering of their other home (who wouldn’t?), and I just like hearing everyone laugh.
I’m ready for a good week. I’m back to logging my food, and no matter what, I am going to work out this evening, come hell or high water. Nothing, not even an alien abduction or zombie apocalypse, is going to stop me.
I am still disappointed in myself for losing my way and gaining so much weight back. But it’s damn hard to move forward if I keep looking behind me. So today is a new day #1, a new starting weight, a new first step on another branch of my journey. I took an extended detour, for sure, but I’m back on the path and ready to see how far I take it this time. Because I’m ready to finish this.
Sweat & Sparkle 