It’s been over a week since I’ve written, and during that time, I’m basically just gone off the rails. I have eaten everything in site, existing on cookies and soda. I haven’t

exercised. I’ve gone back to watching mindless TV and I’ve stopped writing.

That ends today. Well, not the eating part. I ate like doo-doo today. But I did go running again, and it felt awesome. I ran for 1.35 miles, which is nothing compared to the 4 miles I’m running in less than 3 weeks, but it’s a good start.

It’s amazing how much of running is mental. The last couple of times I’ve attempted to go out running, I’ve convinced myself I couldn’t do it. I ran a few steps, then I gave up and went home. There was no reason for it, but I let my mind overtake my desire to be better.

Today, my entire focus during my run was the idea that my body was made to move. It was made to exert energy. It was made to push the limits. It was made to get off the couch and get into the fresh air.

The feeling while running is so hard to describe. It’s an amazing love/hate thing that my body does. It’s painful and exhausting, but it’s proof that I’m alive and capable of more than I ever thought.

Tonight, I’m reupping my commitment to working out, to running, to myself. This is it. Welcome back to the new me.