Back on Track

I will be the first to admit that I do things in fits and spurts. I am very streaky about life-I go along great for a long time and then something has me stop for whatever reason...and then I stop whatever good habit it was to go back to the bad old days. I remember in my 20's I was totally into going to the gym. I got up very early in the morning, went to the gym and worked out and then went to work. I even sometimes went after work to take an aerobics class or play raquetball. It was like this for over a year and then one morning I woke up and hit the snooze button. That was the end of it-I just stopped cold turkey.
what followed is a downward spiral. Since I wasn't working out, I stopped eating healthy. I wound up gaining weight and having to buy new clothes. Add to it this was the 90's and lets just say plus sizes weren't too kind. I was a frustrated fashionista. Yet I felt incapable of doing anything about it. The same went for housework. And time management. And my entire life it seemed. It was one little change that created a downward spiral and things went dramatically off the rails.
Right now I am in the process of rebuilding. I've slowly been working on regaining my life. Its been little by little. This is day two of getting back on the treadmill (in a few minutes) eating healthier, working on my spiritual discipline, keeping up with the housework, etc.
Over the weekend, the Little Man & I had a conversation regarding healthy living. They have been talking about it in school and he was asking me some pretty serious questions about some of my lifestyle choices. I knew this day was coming and now its time for me to start making better choices and modeling better behaviors for his sake. I eat a lot of vegetables already, so he sees that. I try to add more exercise to my life and move more. I try to show that its easy to make positive choices in life. But I will admit that its kind of boring too. Its the whole rebellion thing...its like I try to see what I can get away with against myself is the best way to describe it. And in the end, I only end up hurting me.
So, today is day 2 of the rest of my life. I need to get on the treadmill. I need to tidy up the house before I leave for the day. I've got laundry going already and I've got more to do. Make sure both the little man & I eat breakfast before we walk out the door. I've got some spiritual stuff I need to work on-reading morning prayer and my Bible. All sorts of random things that gel together to make my life. Tonight is the Autism Support Group and the little man & I are supposed to go (yay free childcare!) so I am hoping I don't have to convince him otherwise. Its just the big man has to make sure dinner is ready to go when I walk through the door at 5 pm. Its all good though.
Time to hit the treadmill.