75 days

Routine is always hard.  For my 45 minutes of workout time, I'm just using that time to walk. And my goal for the whole day is 10k steps.  Today I tried to get my steps in earlier than yesterday, but I got them rather late in the day which was fine, but I know myself and I know that if I don't do them earlier than I'll make excuses later and I can't let that happen since routines are so hard. I think the main two things I'm focusing on is moving and watching what I eat so that I'm in a calories deficit. So, I'm aiming to wake up earlier and get most of my walking done then. After two days of 10k steps, my feet and back are in pain, but I'm sure I'll get used to that right? Eventually I'll start adding weights and yoga into the mix, but for right now I just want to hit that 10k walking goal.  I'm currently reading Women Who Love Too Much. While that's kind of embarrassing to admit, it's something that has been helpful during this break...

I used to think that I was so large when I wasn't. I used to think I was so ugly looking, when I wasn't. Now that I'm older, I see older photos of myself and realize just how delusional I was. And I think if I didn't change now and kept going on this trajectory, I'd look back at myself now and think of how pretty I am, even thought right now I look and feel horrible. But I should be and do better than that and actually love myself, because I am pretty. Inside and out.  But now for the hard part. The statistics. The thing that I'm most embarrassed about posting.  DAY 1 STATS:  Neck: 14.5 in Chest: 47 in Biceps: 13 in Waist: 39 in Hips: 47in  Thighs 23 in   Weight: 220 lbs But you know what? Even with this body, I did it. I ate clean. I walked 5k steps, I drank my huge bottle of water and now I'm about to get into bed and read my book. 74 more days to go! 

What an odd thing to do in the middle of the night—start a blog with no audience but myself. Here I am, a 34-year-old woman with a broken heart and not much else to hold onto. This isn’t meant to be a sob story, but I do want to take a moment to explain why I’m trying to reset my life. The last few years have tested me in ways I never imagined. Darkness has nearly swallowed me whole—there’s no question about that. In the past five years, I’ve faced more loss than I thought I could handle: my mother’s cancer diagnosis, the deaths of my last two grandparents, my nephew’s near-suicide, two relationships that nearly broke me, my best friend abandoning me because I was “too much,” uprooting my entire life to move to a new state, and, most recently, losing my job and being unemployed for the past year. I’ve lost so much. And yet, somehow, I’m still standing—well, at least I’m trying to. That’s why I’m committing to 75 Soft . It’s a simple challenge with four rules: Eat well and only drink on...