Every day is a new day, another chance to begin again. I have to remind myself of this whenever I slip up. I slipped Friday and Saturday and got back into the groove so to speak on Sunday. This is a long, often painful journey for me. I might be trying to change too much at once, but I feel like I have to. Too many of these things go hand-in-hand. I let myself go practically beyond hope. Sure, I'm "only" 90 pounds overweight, compared to some folks who are much more obese, but I teeter on the line everyday. It would be sooooo easy to just quit and go back to my old lifestyle of being a couch potato and having take-out most nights of the week. BUT, even I have to admit I am sleeping better on most nights and in spite of all the pain, I really do feel a little better. Truthfully, I've enjoyed the salad over the main dinner twice in the last few nights. Last night I really enjoyed walking with the family and our dogs. Poor boys, we haven't taken them for a walk in so long I imagine they probably forgot what it was like. My step-daughter lit up and she wanted to know if we were doing it again tonight. So I guess I'll take two tylenol, eat a banana and lace up my sneakers for a walk this afternoon before I start dinner.

I have a dream...a dream to contact my primary care doctor to tell him I lost 40 pounds and ask him to reorder my cholesterol and blood sugar tests. I want to go into his office and find my blood pressure is normal, my lab work is normal and my weight is finally under 200 pounds. I want to be able to honestly say YES when the nurse asks me if I exercise regularly.