End of day one

Today got off to a bad start, but I picked things back up. I finally got to the treadmill and walked a mile, which took me twenty minutes. Hey, I never said I was going to walk fast. Honestly, it's been so long since I've worked out with any kind of regularity that I really need to take things slowly. And twenty minutes at a comfortable pace went by surprisingly quickly (because you know exercise time moves so much more slowly than normal time), so it's not like I'm dreading doing it again. Sadly, my mom's saying that the only way to get motivated is to do the thing you want to be motivated about is true. Today I took the hardest step, which was just getting back on the treadmill. I had it in my mind that walking on the treadmill was boring and sweaty and stinky and hard and so on and so forth. It really wasn't. And shocker of shockers, I actually felt pretty good afterward! I know from experience that exercise helps keep the depression at bay, gives me more energy, and helps me fall asleep and get better-quality sleep. Twenty minutes of walking on the treadmill every day will not kill me. I need to repeat that to myself over and over again.

Of course exercising is useless if I'm not eating right, and I think I did pretty well today. I ate about 1700 calories, which is probably a little less than I burn in a day, but not enough for the weight loss I need. Today's just the first day, though, so it's probably a good thing that I didn't starve myself. I did, however, make smarter, healthier choices than I normally would, so I'm considering today a success. I didn't pig out and I got some exercise. I also drank 36 oz of water, which is 36 oz more than I usually drink. Trust me, kicking the Diet Coke habit will definitely one of my small goals over the next twenty-four months. Heaven save me.

I realized today that I forgot to weigh in. Brilliant. I guess I'll just have to use tomorrow's weight as my starting weight and go from there. I really am off to a bumpy start, aren't I? It figures.