If it was really just the thought that counted, I would be Jane Fonda

I am determined to get back into some old clothes. Oh, yes, and be healthy, too. But mainly I have got some killer jeans that are getting a little tight around my lovely lady humps. And they were expensive. And I am cheap. Therefore, I must lose weight.
Do you agree that you always look and feel better in expensive jeans? I think its pocket placement. That’s all that a good jean is about.

I have been every size from a 4 to a 14 in the past 10 years and I usually hover around the middle of that area in an 8-10. And I’d like to get back down to that solid 8 area. I would tell you my weight, but I am about 5’8” and my weight would sound like a cattle auction to those of you that shop in the petite section. So, just be satisfied with my size, ok?
And I’m always uncomfortable hearing other people’s weights. It’s like talking about money or what jewelry you want from your grandmother’s will at the dinner table with your grandmother at the table . My mom taught us just not to do that.

So, in the quest-for-wearing-my-great-jeans, I got up at 5:30 am and got dressed to run yesterday morning. I opened the door to pouring down rain and had to turn on my heels and frump down to my office to work. I mentioned to someone my story and they told me- I presume trying to console me- that “it was the thought that counted”.
Well, actually, no, not really. In order to burn calories, you have to move. I’m no expert on calories- aside from the eating them portion (as you can tell from my size span above), but I have learned that you have to actually DO SOMETHING to burn them. I have been missing the “do something” portion lately.

I LOVE to run and am always so happy when I get done running. It’s the getting out of my warm bed and cracking the door open to the outside that’s the hard part. I have had shining moments of time for motivation. Whether it was a class reunion, a beach trip or just a deal with God to get up and spend some quiet time outdoors in solitude and prayer, I have had streaks of consistency.

Followed by huge gaping holes of inconsistency.

I need some motivation! What ideas have you got? I have a beach trip with some girls from college in April, so that is helping. Or, I would love to have another high school reunion to kick me in the butt. Anyone out there want to plan a blogging party so that would motivate me to get moving? Or a challenge of some sort.

I am going to ask Jillian from the Biggest Loser to come yell at me every morning. Or maybe you can call me at 5:30? Any takers?
I might be able to swing you into my grandmother’s will if you are really good, but we won’t talk about that here.