I don't know what is wrong with me. Every time I begin an exercise routine, I'm so enthusiastic about it. I love the exertion, being sore, and feeling like I cannot eat anything greasy. I have more energy and I am more focused, all naturally and without drugs or caffeine or anything! But one day, I'll decide to rest, because lets face it, people get tired. Well that day infects my mind into thinking it's okay to rest two days. And suddenly, my own life is too busy for my health! Lives are busy, and only getting busier as one grows up. I am discovering this... But it frustrates me that I am constantly playing a teenage-romance with this off and on, off and on action with exercise. I'd ask for solutions.
But there is only one. Keep trudging on.
So anyway, this is my last attempt to begin exercising.
I've been overweight far too long, and although I'm happy, I really do fear for my health.
So here I go, into the eye of the storm.
My goal: 135
My weight: 168
LETS DO THIS!
