One week ago, I finally got tired of myself. Again.
I can’t begin to count the number of times I’ve decided to “get healthy”. I’ve studied and dabbled with many of the (somewhat sane) diet plans around (though I guess I’ve never really made it past a few days with juice fasts and the like) and various forms of exercise. I work at it for a while, see some results, then go back to what I was doing before. It just never seems to really stick.
I don’t know what prompted the need for a change this time around (though it might be the 3 enormous mirrors in our new master bathroom), but just over a week ago, I got fed up with the direction I was moving (or not moving) in, and decided it was time to make a change.