I was seriously dreading my annual checkup last week. My biggest fear was that the doctor would tell me I had diabetes. Luckily, my doc said I have nothing to worry about. YAY!

Over the past couple of years, I have gotten a little lazy about working out and paying attention to my eating habits . . . and the results have been showing up physically, mentally, and emotionally. It used to be that I’d never miss a day of exercise. For two decades, I rocked a size 4 body and had the energy to keep up with even the most active toddler. Now, I am at a sluggish size 8, and it now takes me two days to recoup after spending a day with my grandbabies.

I wish I could say I had a good excuse, but I don’t. Unless you count laziness as an excuse. Yeah, didn’t think so. It’s been weighing heavily on me (no pun intended) and it has been affecting how I feel about myself. So much so, that I even got frustrated with my hair because I  haven’t been motivated to do anything with it. So I walked into the first salon I came upon and told “T”, my stylist at Fantastic Sams, to cut away. She ended up cutting four inches off my hair because I told her I wasn’t concerned about the length. HA! Bad impulse decision!!!

You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice. – UNIVERSAL PARADOX

So today, I have decided to be proactive and take control of my health (also, because my cholesterol is through the roof).  I thought I’d start small and work my way up to jogging two miles a day, like I used to. The stairs seemed to be a great start (Lord knows I feel the burn every time I climb the stairs at the train station), and what better place to get motivated than at USC. There are always young people working out on the field, and I’m hoping that will keep me motivated enough to get a good workout.

I set my goal for 20 up, and 20 down. I figured that since I climb stairs everyday when I’m out and about, it shouldn’t be that hard. BAHAHA! Who was I kidding. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack when I had completed just four reps. But I kept going, and I let the tunes on my iPod keep me amped. By the time I had finished, I had only completed half of my goal (10 up and 10 down), but I congratulated myself for starting somewhere.

What’s next?

Referencing back to my studies in Organizational Leadership, I have decided to set some S.M.A.R.T. (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, Timely) goals. I would like to be able to jog two miles, without stopping, by August 31, 2018; fit into a size 6 comfortably; and be able to spend the day chasing my grandbabies without needing two days of rest afterwards.

Currently, I am at 141 pounds, I wear a size 8, and I don’t have any energy left at the end of the day. I’m hoping to accomplish my goal and I will definitely look to you all to keep me motivated. Plus, I’ll be checking in on a weekly basis to let you know my progress. How’s that for accountability?

If you’d like to join in and set your own S.M.A.R.T. goals, please comment and let us know your progress.

Until then, stay beautiful, motivated, and fearless.




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