A new year and of course, a new start. At the dreaded annual doctor visit, I learned just how much I weigh, always of the bad news variety. Okay, so I gained a bit and maybe the pants that I was able to wear a few months back don’t fit. I know I can do it. I know what tools work best for me. So, it’s back on the bandwagon.

I started to get a bit careless. While I’ve been good with sweets, some would say saintly as I pass up trays and trays of chocolates, cookies, holiday treats, I’ve been a bit lax with fried goodies like onion rings (yum.), mushroom-swiss burgers (yummy!), and butter sauces in my own cooking. So I know where I have to start. I also know that I have to get back on track with the workouts.

The cold has kept me indoors more than I’d like. I have no excuse actually. I bought the performance clothing, which is worth every single penny you invest in it. I know the routes to take. Just laziness, but I don’t admonish myself too severely. I know where I need to go from here. Onward and upwards, a foothold please to help me aboard the bandwagon.