Getting back on the horse...

Here I am.  November 1, 2018. 

Here's what I know:

1. I'm about seven months shy of my 40th birthday.
2. I'm about 40 pounds heavier than I would like to be.
3. I have tons of excuses and a lifestyle in which self-care takes a back burner.
4. I have had lots of good intentions, but absolutely no good practice, discipline, routine, habit.
5. Basically, I am not good at riding the proverbial horse.  (I'm allergic to actual horses, so maybe there's a connection?)
6. The only way to get better at something is to do it.  So, here I go again.  

I also know that in the last year, I have had (no exaggeration) over 100 people ask me if I'm pregnant, when the baby is due, if I'm having a boy or a girl, or some unsolicited variation therein.  It has now been 7 days since the last person asked, and I had two people on the same day.  Blah.

After my son was born some 8+ years ago, I remember this happening, and when I got fed up, I finally lined up a workout buddy and I worked out a couple of times a week for a school year.  My belt and pants were loose, I could tuck in my shirt and not feel self-conscious about muffin tops.  That was the last time I felt healthy.  Then summer threw off my routine, I got voluntold to be the cheer sponsor (which ate up my after-school workout time), I fell off the horse, and I never could quite get back on.

It's time to saddle up...hopefully for a long ride this time. 

I have some skin in the game as it were, and I really want to make a lifestyle shift.

So, we're here in November, and I have a couple of things that I'm working on:

1. Taking my medication daily.  (Allergy meds and thyroid meds.)  I forget, and when I forget, it creates a perpetual cycle of forgetfulness.  I'm trying harder this time. 
2. Really trying to get 10,000 steps per day on my Garmin.  My challenge will be the weekends, where I'm averaging about 2,500 steps in my sloth.
3. Making better food choices, even if that means not choosing something I usually choose, or choosing the lesser of two evils.  Like today, for instance, we went through Arby's before dance (bad routine), and instead of a snack shake like I normally get, I got a Coke Zero.  Baby steps, baby steps.

I had some small victories today (over 11,000 steps after going to Irish dance class).  Also, I didn't eat as much Halloween candy as I could have.  I call those definite wins.  :D