My weight loss journey has been one of endless starts and stops and giving up. It's frustrating. It's annoying. But I'm finally beginning to feel like I'm in a groove after Owen's birth (TWO YEARS ago!). I feel like I have more of a handle on life.
Anyway, a few days ago my sister said to me, "You have an exercise bike, right? I just set mine up. Let's do 10 miles a day on weekdays and see what it does to us."
Today was day one, but it seems to have been exactly what I needed. We have two goals: 10 miles a day on the stationery bike, and to track what we eat. We don't have any weight goals. We don't have any size goals. We don't even really have any food goals other than keeping track, because we both tend to eat better when we're tracking it, anyway.
So today is day 1. Again. But in the end, all the other day 1s don't really matter. Today, I have done 10 miles on my bike, and tracked everything I've eaten so far.
It can only go up (or down really) from here.