The Day Before The First Day

I think all kinds of things. Sometimes my head hurts with all the thinking. I often wish I had the ability, like Professor Dumbledore (from Harry Potter), to place a wand to my head and pull out the thoughts. I could store them in a bottle for future viewing but in the meantime their absence would relieve my mind of too many jumbled, clanging ideas. This post is not about my thoughts, however. Rather, it is to prepare myself for tomorrow, which is...THE FIRST DAY...of my workout schedule.

My brother recently moved to the West Coast and is living with me. I used to be very active, very athletic, very fit. An autoimmune disease left me with damaged joints, increased weight and the inability to participate in all the activities I once enjoyed. I have struggled with the "new me." I don't like her very much. I don't like how she looks. I have tried working out in the past, but always, my body gives up on me. I, however, do not give up and so...I will try again. My brother created a schedule and taped it to my bathroom mirror. He is going to be my workout buddy. Maybe this time I will have better luck. I am going to chronicle my journey on this blog - mostly as a motivator to myself. Pictures will be posted (with my head cut off, of course) so as I look back I can see how far I've come.

And so...tonight I will enjoy a Mountain Dew. I will eat popcorn with butter. Tomorrow I will begin THE FIRST DAY. I will still enjoy a Mountain Dew but maybe I'll eat the popcorn without butter. We'll see. Baby steps.

My words of encouragement:
“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.” ~Anatole France

Claiming grace and hope for the journey.