Over the last month or so, I have written at least 8 different drafts of things I wanted to post here. Some of them have been bitter and a little hateful. Some have been a little more desperate or sad. Almost all of them talk about something I want to change, something I need to change, but something I am not changing at all.
I know
where my life is right this very moment. I don’t necessarily know where it is
going, but I know where it is. I also
know I’m not happy with it. My house is still full of way too much stuff. My relationships with a lot of people are suffering. I am the heaviest I have ever been. I am
probably the least active I have been as well. I want to change that, I ALWAYS
want to change that. Admittedly, I fight my own demons on this one. Once upon a time, I had a regular exercise
routine. I was stronger and healthier and slimmer. As a family, we were pretty active, even if
it was just nightly walks. I felt much better about myself. That process took several years. It was
definitely not overnight. Then…a bunch of things happened and I used those
things as an excuse. Surgeries and deaths and heartbreak and depression and
resignation. Excuse. Excuse. Excuse. SO. MANY. EXCUSES.
I need things to change. I also know that, in my current mindset, I can’t do it myself. I need help. I need someone to keep me accountable. I need someone to make me do the hard stuff. I need someone to put me back on track when I slip. I need someone.

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