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The Journey of 100 miles begins with one step!

As I search to create accountability and momentum in this next leg of the journey,  I begin right here.  This morning when I awoke I knew it would be different.  The downward spiral of holiday eating and too-busy-for-running-regularly pattern is over.  This has been the pattern since Thanksgiving and ends right now.

Today I managed 4 miles.  They were not nearly as 'fast' as I had hoped, and 'fast' is a relative term for me.  I'm a mere 5'3" tall (again a misnomer at best), who's pace on a good day is 12:00min/mile.  Today was closer to 15:00.  But this is just the beginning .....

I spent some of the morning tracking down healthier food ideas - family meals, snacks, post-workout meals.  I pinned to a new board, "New Year, New You," which seemed appropriate even though it is only December 26th!   I also found motivational blogs and articles that helped me realize this is now my reality.

The book on my bedside is now nearer to me.  "Younger Next Year for Women" by Chris Crowley will get finished by January 1st.  It will remind me of all the things I know, but haven't been good about putting into practice.

Today is my first step to feeling better, stronger and completely ME!


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