Doing this again

When I was 31, I decided I was going to get in shape. I did, too. Over the course of 6 months, I dropped 40 lbs. I looked good and felt fabulous. When I was 33, I moved and the gym I was a member of wasn't within 20 miles of me. Instead of joining a new one, I put it off. Over the next 5 years, I would have gained 70 lbs. Depression hit me, because I no longer felt good in my skin. I didn't want people to see me who never knew me as my "fat" self. I isolated myself from everyone. Then one day I decided that I had enough. I joined a local gym. But then I went home and forgot about it. I had plenty of excuses not to go. It would be 6 months, and losing a young co-worker to heart disease before I would finally decide that no, I really had enough. I started working out July 26th. Since then, I've lost 15 lbs. I really want to get under 200. Maybe this week! If not, definitely next. I'm starting this journey all over again. But I feel really great, even if I don't look quite fabulous yet. The looking fabulous will come soon. :)