Day One. The Beginning. The First Day of the Rest of my Life.

I've started this journey many, many times...but looking back on all of those times, I've never really been THAT serious about it. I'd eat a salad for 3 or 4 days, cut back on the sodas, then the weekend would come and it would all go to hell in a hand basket (there's a southern phrase if there ever was one...).

This time feels different. This time I realize that I'm now over 30 and not getting younger. I realize now more than ever that I have an amazing life and I'm tired of just existing. I want to participate. I want to enjoy my life. I have a husband that many women only dream about, I have two amazingly smart and healthy kids, great friends, great family, a job, a new business....I have things worth fighting for. I. AM. WORTH. FIGHTING. FOR.

Growing up I never really struggled with my weight. Did I think I was fat? Yes. But that probably has something to do with the fact that my best friend weighed all of 110lbs (on her fat day) and I was always comparing myself to her. My main issue was always the junk in my trunk, but all of the boys that constantly touched it, complimented it, and talked about it pretty much assured me that it was something I never wanted to lose. Now here I am with a big, flat butt instead of the curvy, round one I used to have.

I joined Weight Watchers back in January but never TRULY committed to giving it all I have. Then I was scrolling through a bunch of #weightwatcher photos on Instagram, found a few inspiring ladies, and here I am.

Today is the first day of my journey. It's going to be hard. I'm going to stumble. I'm going to mess up. But I'm not giving up. I can't give up. Today is the day where I start putting ME first.