In 2013 I decided I was going to start working out. I was overweight and to be honest there was a woman I worked with that I didn’t like who was also overweight. She had started to work out and mind her diet so out of pure spitefulness I decided I would too. Not the best reason but it is what it is. I ended up going on a medical leave from work in the summer and I didn’t go back. My (now ex) husband was somewhat supportive but still a bit of an ass and said I wouldn’t do anything with the time so I did everything with the time. I had built up from home exercises to getting a gym membership and by 2016 I had lost over 80lbs and began building muscle. I maintained that until 2018 when my marriage began to unravel and now I have put everything back on. I have been too depressed to get myself to do anything about it but I asked myself a question a couple weeks ago and it’s giving me motivation to move. I turn 42 in a couple weeks and I asked myself if this is how I want to continue living my life. Do I want to grow old and miserable and bitter? Do I want to have the rest of my life be that? And I said no. So that means it’s time to start doing something. Get a handle on my diet. Get my body moving on a regular basis. Have a roadmap forward and the momentum will move me out of where I’ve been stuck. Now I want to do it again for the first time.