If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, then you are fully aware that I, finally, graduated recently. I told EVERYBODY, I plastered my cap and gown pictures and announcements and I stood on my roof and yelled out to the world. Slightly, just slightly, I was proud of myself. Not just because I am a nontraditional student (OLD) that struggled with working full-time while raising kids AND studying. And not because a mere five years ago, I was a number in Club Fed. I was proud of myself because I FINALLY finished something.
All of my life I have been half assed, doing just enough to get by. That is a very sad admission but a true one. Even college had a previously failed attempt when, at 22, I grew tired of it. And I quit. I have been very good at quitting. All of my life, if something got hard, I just walked away. Jobs, men, friends, school, even parenting, all things that I talked myself out of doing well. But, luckily, things changed for me and without going into great detail, I will just say that maturity did wonders for my life.
So, back to school I went in 2008 and now I am happy to say that I have my Bachelor’s degree and considering tackling Grad school. I graduated with honors, which further proved to myself that I can finish and finish well. Which leads me to this…..
It’s time to handle my weight issue. At 39 years old and WELL over 200 pounds, it’s time for me to get off my ass. Literally. My recent diagnosis with hyperglycemia scared me enough to realize that I don’t want the complications that will come with diabetes. As much as I love food and all of my emotional eating that I have done my entire life, it’s time to change.
And it is terribly overwhelming.
But, I remember how going back to college was terribly overwhelming too. And how I pushed through that fear and self-doubt and did something good for myself and my family. I keep telling myself that I can do this too.
So, here is it. Starting on January 1, 2013, I will be tackling the task of losing 150 pounds. It’s going to be hard, I have accepted that and I know there will be setbacks. I know that I will want to quit because, well, that’s an easy way out. But, I am a finisher now, I got this.
Who’s with me?