Confession: This. $hit. Is. Hard!

If it wasn’t hard, everyone would be doing it. Everyone would be skinny. Everyone would be healthy.

It’s February 1^st and it’s a Monday.  That means it’s a new day, a new month, a new week… I was reminded of this by my best friend today and my response was “F@*k you Monday.”  That’s the kind of mood I’m in today.

I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen off the wagon, and climbed back on, and fallen off again. Actually, I’m pretty sure the wagon has left without me. Whenever I mention a wagon I immediately get drawn back to my late 80s/early 90s childhood and that game that Oregon Trail. I feel like I’m at the point where you have to forge the river and turn you wagon into a boat; someone always falls out the deeper the water is.

“Lizz has fallen off of the wagon and drowned”

I could use a couple life preservers right now.  I know I’m buoyant and come with my own flotation devices, but if someone could toss me a life preserver that would be great.  Yeah yeah, I should have been wearing my life jacket but orange is so not my color (hence why I have yet to be caught and thrown into jail).

In all seriousness, losing weight is not easy. Blogging about it is hard too… the date is actually February 14th and I’ve been trying to finish my first blog post for 13 days.

It’s Valentine’s Day, I’m currently sitting at home doing my version of “Netflix and Chill.” I’m drinking a nice ice cold Chocolate PB Banana Shakeology while binge watching Supernatural in fleece leggings because its currently 7 degrees out, yes 7!

I’m here because I need to be. I need to document my journey and hold myself accountable and share my triumphs and struggles.  So going forward, I’m back on the wagon!  It’s a slow wagon so if you want to follow me or walk beside me you totally can!

So let’s get this party started!