I started out the year with the best of intentions, thinking I was going to do all kinds of prep work before I attempted my weight loss again. Now I think I was just unconsciously stalling. I haven’t even made a doctor’s appointment and I’ve had health insurance since 2010 began. (God that sounds weird. Where the fuck is my flying car, huh?) The month has literally run away from me. Well, and I let it, too.
So, screw it. I start tomorrow (I’m up late again by the way, not early), February 1. I like starting these things at the beginning–month, year, week, doesn’t matter. OK, it’s only the beginning of the week if you’re French, not that Monday doesn’t feel like the start of the week anyway, but you know what I mean. Or not. I don’t really care either way.
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