Take That Evil Doers

      I've realized recently that I have slipped complacently into a very lazy and chaotic life. I have not set any goals for myself and allowed myself to become everything I used to despise. A few months ago at my 28th party I realized the only thing I have accomplished is having a family. I have successfully raised two children, have managed to not killed them or allowed them to run with sharp objects. Actually my kids are my pride and joy, they remind me that I have accomplished something in life. They are well behaved children with a wild sense of adventure and odd, quirky humor.
      While watching Biggest Loser and complaining about my lack of goals and energy my husband suggested that I start blogging to keep a record of my goals and so that the few people who will read this keep me accountable for reaching my goals. Not being tech savvy by any means, my husband was nice enough to help me set up a blog (feel free to mock me).
      My goals are few and simple. By the end of the year I want to have lost alot of weight and alot of clutter. I know those goals sound extremely simple but anyone who has met me knows those are mountains to me. My organizational skills pertaining to weight and clutter are very much the same... I have none. I'm one of those people that you meet who are very happy but easily distracted. I have no attention span and lose my train of thought once I see shiny objects.
      Before having children I didn't have to exercise or watch what I ate. I could eat anything, not exercise, and stay a size five... then I had children. I wasn't used to having to watch what I ate or have to exercise and so I let myself go from a size 5 to a size 20. Shocking right? Can you imagine what I felt? I gave up after that... figured losing weight was impossible so I didn't even try. Now I have two energetic and adventurous children (ages 6 and 4) who I can't keep up with and I am so disappointed that I can't enjoy life to the fullest with them. My daughter is a very lovely girl who has the heart of an artist....she always is looking at life in respects to how she can draw it. She sees something and immediately wants paper and colors to draw what is going on in her mind. My son on the other hand is a lot like me (or how I used to be) very high energy, mischievous, and wants to grow up to be a super hero. He will, out of the blue, run down the hall, bound into the living room and with a very commanding voice yell "Take that evil doers". He also has a very short attention span.
      I often wish I could have some of the energy that they have.... they have so much to spare it wouldn't kill them to share a little. I wish I had more energy. Even the people on the Biggest Loser often quickly go from having no energy to walk on a treadmill to having the energy to run on them. That got me thinking why not be brutal when it comes to getting healthy, just like on Biggest Loser. Tackle nutrition and exercise with a "take no prisoners" attitude. I hope I can do this because tomorrow I have my first appointment at the gym. Tomorrow I will either die at the gym or it will give me energy. I'm praying it doesn't kill me. Tomorrow is my first day giving up sodas as well. I'm going head on against all my bad habits and screaming "Take that evil doers".