Once again...

...I am making a promise to myself to do something about my weight and health.
When I step on the scale it's like a joke. I don't know how or when this weight came but I'm admitting to the world (and myself), it needs to go!

Maybe it was the hysterectomy.
Maybe it was the illness and being in the hospital.

But more than likely, it's the no smoking
(which I miss every single day)
and just being lazy.
Whatever it is, I have GOT to do something about it.

So today, I promise to start back at the gym and use that membership we pay for...
I mean, what can it hurt?