This is going to be one of my more prosaic posts.
After the new year, I got on a scale. I hit 233 lbs, and I was *NOT* happy. That’s the heaviest I’ve EVERY been. And unfortunately, I know why. Life’s rollercoasters have been taking a lot of down turns lately. Between trying to sort out my living situation, a really suck-y Christmas, and just one disaster after another happening on the personal life, I was ready to give up. I had been sitting on the couch at night just eating popcorn and chex mix. Something had to change, and giving up was *NOT* an option.
So, about two weeks ago, I started to set a fairly easy exercise schedule. Three times a week, for a half hour to an hour a session. Tack on a half hour to hour of guitar practice, and no more popcorn and chex mix, plus cut back on the pasta. It seems to be helping. I’ve calmed down a LOT now that my energy is being channeled somewhere else. I’ve lost a pound a week, which is my goal. I can keep the three nights a week thing up fairly easily. Hopefully, this marks a turn around in my life (again!)