Everyone knows that saying. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” (Lao-Tzu) Well, I don’t really have a thousand miles to go, but I do have several pounds! I was thin and fit once. I’d like to be that again! The last several years of stress and injuries have taken their toll on my body. I won’t tell you what I weigh right now. Maybe after I lose what I want I’ll share that little tidbit, but for now, it’s just embarrassing.

I was always thin growing up. I tell people that having two older brothers was the best diet in the world, because if you didn’t grab it when it was set on the table, you didn’t get it! Then I joined the military where they taught me during basic training how to eat an entire meal, including three eight-ounce glasses of water, in three minutes flat. Seriously, if you didn’t scarf your food down, you ended up leaving it because when your TI (Training Instructor) said it was time to go, you didn’t argue. I was a whopping 18 years old back then, and had the metabolism to handle it. Now? Eh, not so much.

By the time I was 20 I was married, pregnant at 21, had my first child at 22, pregnant again at 23, and had my second at 24. I gained 50lbs with each pregnancy, but my boys were totally worth it. I used to be able to lose weight pretty easily. As a matter of fact, when the boys were two and four years old, I was almost back down to my pre-pregnancy weight and I looked pretty darned good, if I do say so myself. I can tell you, once I hit about 35 the weight really started to get hard to take off. Until then I yo-yoed between a healthy weight and about 20-30lbs too heavy. Again, I’m not telling what I weigh right now, but I will say it’s more than that. I can’t use the “baby-weight” excuse anymore. My baby is sixteen!

All this to say, yesterday I took my first step (for about the fifteenth time!). I re-joined the gym. Not just any gym. This gym is owned by a good friend of mine who’s going to whip my butt into shape, hopefully once and for all. I also did something different this time. I joined with a friend! We’re going to keep each other accountable. I haven’t done that before.

This morning I took another first step. I actually went to a kettle bell class. I may not be able to move by tomorrow morning, so don’t worry about me if you don’t hear from me! The plan is to work out 5-6 days a week, including abs classes (which are killers! I remember…), weight training, cardio on the treadmills and ellipticals (which I swear were originally invented as torture devices!), yoga classes, and eventually (when we can handle them) boot camps. One day at a time is going to be our motto.

Hopefully, in about 6-8 months I’ll be down to at least a healthy weight. Maybe it won’t be my final goal, but I do plan on being out of the overweight/obese (I hate that word!) category. Then maybe I’ll start sharing numbers with you all. Right now, I’m just going to take one step at a time. Anyone want to come with me???