First Time...Long Time

Weight has always been an issue for me. I hate it. I hate that something that I need to have to live controls everything in my life. For the first 36 years of my life I wanted to lose weight. I dreamed of it. Yet, I did very little to achieve it. When I did walk/workout I was all in. For about a month. Those people that tell you anything you can do for 28 days you can do for a lifetime are wrong. At 36, I was told that I was a diabetic. That did wake me up. I worked hard for ten months and lost 56lbs. I was at high school weight. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Then with my father's death, that light was extinguished. Slowly over the course of the next seven years I put all that weight back on. Today, I didn't eat well. I ate cheesecake and candy bars. I felt horrible for my choices. Instead of self loathing and self pity i decided to go for a walk. Which I did. I went for a walk with one of my best friends. My dog Bentley. Unlike all of my human friends, Bentley is always ready for a walk. He does not work late or have child responsibilities etc. He is the friend that will hold me accountable for being more active. Our journey is just beginning...