I know.  A lot of time as passed.  I'm trying.  Really, I am.

I've done okay this week.  I lifted on Monday, Tuesday I was sleeping, Wednesday I went for a 40 minute walk, today, I walked/ran/hiked for an hour today.  It feels great.  I like getting out.  I have a new job.  I'm a 9-1-1 dispatcher.  This job will bring a little more stress to my life.  I've been through a lot of training and most have discussed dealing with the stress.  They all suggested a hobby.  I have a huge problem.  I don't have a hobby.  Really I don't. I don't do anything for myself.  Working out is going to be my hobby.  Being physical will rid my body of the cortisol that I will most certainly have.  I know that's the problem with my weight.  Stress is killing me and over the past six months it has taken a toll on my body.

Tracking is important.  I know that I have to do this.  I can't decided why that's so hard.  um... well, on with my day.

I can do this!