Today I got a new pair of boots. I'd ordered them because my old boots will no longer zip over my calves. I ordered wide calf boots in the hopes that I'd be able to wear them properly. I even measured to make sure they would fit. I bet you know where this is going...They don't fit. They're further from zipping than the ones I already had. It was the final blow I needed. I pouted for a while then I laced up my running shoes and hit the pavement. It felt so good. Okay, actually it hurt every part of my body, but in a really good way. I didn't go far or fast but it was a start. I miss the bootcamp class I was in a few years ago. (I'd have to join a gym to take it now, which I'm not completely ruling out but I'm not ready right now.) I miss the social part of group fitness. I need the competition. I've got a long way to go but I know I can do it. I've done it before, I can do it again. I need to set some goals. Running is good for the mind and body. It's like therapy and I've been missing it.
Today is Day One.
I can do this.
(This post is mainly just a pep talk for myself. I've been so discouraged lately. I want to be healthy and love who I see in the mirror again. I want to pass on healthy eating and exercise habits to my boy. I will be this person. I'm taking it one day at a time. You have to start somewhere.)