Time to get serious.

Got on the scale this morning. Egads! I can't take it any more. I know I'm hitting that middle-age spread but please! This is ridiculous. Ignoring the effects of age, shameful eating habits, and my tendency to avoid physical exertion must come to an end.

I need to eat better and I need to exercise.

Excuses be damned. Somehow I always manage to find time to read, to play on the computer, or to watch tv. Giving up one or more of those activities isn't going to be easy but I know I have to do it. I'm thinking the tv is the easiest to live without.

I also need to stop eating so much. I love food. Apparently it loves me, too, because it's taken up residence around my mid-section. Ew. Double ew. I want to look cute and adorable in my clothes again. And let's not even mention bathing suits, shall we?

Here's my plan (please pray I find the will-power and self-control necessary for follow-through):

-No more pop (a.k.a. soda). Quitting cold-turkey today.

-Reduce the amount of food consumed. Gorging will not be allowed.

-Eat small, healthy snacks in between meals. Denying myself snacks will be the death of this. I am a snacky person. Instead of reaching for a piece of chocolate or a bowl of ice cream, though, I'll try to eat more fruit and vegetables.

-Exercise for an hour three times a week.

This isn't going to be easy for me but I'm tired of hating myself every time I look in the mirror.