I’ve been waiting for a lightbulb to go off… a fire to start and something to motivate me to lose this weight (and not just put the covers over my head). It never came.

Instead, with the moving back home status of my eldest, who for the last few years been fighting her own weight issues, came her finally wanting to do something concrete about it and join a gym. She wanted me to join with her. And while I would rather stab myself [repeatedly] with a sharp, rusty implement, I knew that I need to not only support her but be an example [yeah, FML–right?].

She is young and pretty and has always been amazingly strong… so she will lose it in no time. It is some college weight as well as likely fighting side effects of medication she is taking. I joined the Y locally and have been there almost every day. Today will be one week and I have official lost 2 lbs!!!

I am eating smarter along with that–no use undoing all that work, right? I’m sad that a personal trainer is so expensive, but what the hell… I’ve never needed anyone to cheer me on–when I’ve wanted something, I just go for it anyway.

So… here I go. Wish me luck, I’m taking this one day at a time.