I have always been resolved to exercising more, losing the weight I’ve wanted to lose and having a healthy diet, but I’ve always managed to fall behind and altogether stop. I’ve been done trying for a long time now, to the point where I’ve spent all day in bed during my vacation. My lack of self-motivation even manifested itself in the way I would gasp for breath when I would start walking fast for a prolonged period of time…even though I’m only 5’0” and 120 lbs.

But today, for the first time in 6-7 years, I actually took initiative and got up, dressed and went out for a run. Not surprisingly, I only lasted 20 minutes and I spent a good half of those minutes walking.

I was winded and I started to have that metal taste in my mouth, which I abhor. But for once, I actually feel good about starting off the day somewhat positively. I go to university in a week and I hope to make this into a somewhat solidified habit once I’m all settled in.

I actually broke the ice. Let’s hope I don’t drop the ball. I resolve not to, since I took the first wavering steps by myself and on my own accord. I CAN DO THIS.