Updated Jan, 15th 2013
My genetics have haunted me my entire life. And that's putting it mildly.
My mother has had five heart attacks, three open heart surgeries, countless stints, and has been on medication for as long as I can remember. It runs in the family. Her brother died at age 46 from a heart attack. Her sisters are overweight no matter what they try.
I've always been afraid that I'll end up like her. 50 years old, obese, in tons of pain, on countless medications, and unable to get out and enjoy all that life has to offer.
Not to mention with my own mental issues (depression, anxiety, OCD), I know that being healthy should be one of my top priorities. I've tried over and over again to lose weight and get my cholesterol down to a manageable level. I've tried to fight my depression with regular exercise.
But sometimes, I'm just not motivated. It's hard for me to get up and workout after work, and even before work if it means waking up early. I'm not lazy by any means, I just always seem to find something else to occupy my time.
I would like to change that. I would like not to cower when I look in a mirror. I would like to feel amazing in a swim suit or a short skirt. I would like to feel happy and healthy and beautiful.
And so here's this. A beginning, I suppose. One of many before. But maybe this will help something stick.
My goals are as follows:
I have worked out the past two days running and can't wait to workout today! C'monnnnnn habits!