I was thinking about making a travel scrapbook (I know. Don’t judge! I was really bored.) and while I was looking through various travel and vacation photos from the last couple of years, that was when I finally saw “IT.” Wow. Just… wow. That overweight chick in the photos, with the not quite happy expressions to be captured in a picture…shit! That’s me! No wonder I always hid in the back of group photos and avoided selfies like the plague. When the hell did all THAT happen???
Well, let’s see. IT most likely started several years ago when I skipped along willingly into that awesome, let’s-all-be-hamsters-in-a-wheel, corporate world. Long, horrid commutes, ten to twelve(+) sedentary hours a day at a desk. Let’s include a lot of poor food choices. Toss in some lack of motivation, perhaps a smidgen of depression, then go home to collapse in a pit of exhaustion most evenings. Yep, yep and yep. Pretty sure that’s when it began.
So, in brief… life choices, food choices, and very little motivation to be healthy. For many, many years. Oh, yeah. I did that. THAT is all on me.
Soooooooo, how am I going to get out of the bubbling pool of poo I’ve let my body sink into?
I’ll have to change my diet… Definitely.
AND go to the gym… Kill me now.
This is going to be a long, laborious process… Awesome-freaking-sauce.
I need a goal!
A good goal. A great goal. The best goal. The most BIGLY goal ever! Me trekking to Base Camp at MOUNT FREAKING EVEREST!! Hey, I know what you’re thinking. It’s banging on the back of my skull too, but what if…?