The first day of the rest of my life...

I did it. Up at 5am to run a mile. I finished and didn't require emergency medical attention. I'm pretty sure I got this...

This is it

So, tomorrow's the day. The day I finally get off my rotund butt and start working on me. I'm the old cliche, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm 40 and fat, unhealthy, wasteful, bad with money and slobbish. My house is a mess. My budget is a mess. My body. My life...

But not anymore. I'm gonna take you on a ride through my 2019. I'm going to get fit. I'm going to eat better. Spend less money. Find new ways to get through life without single use plastics. Be a better mom. Better wife. Better all around human. Life is short. I've hit the halfway mark and that scares the shit out of me.

So tomorrow it's up at five and I'm hitting the treadmill. I'm doing my second Pat Tillman Run on April 27th of this year. I walked all 4.2 miles last year and was pretty proud, but this year I'm gonna run it. Tomorrow morning at 5am will start my couch to 8k training. I'm pretty excited about this. I'm also pretty worried. When telling my loving husband my plan he said "make sure you have me and 911 on speed dial". That right there is my motivation. Nothing gets me motivated more than someone who doesn't think I can do something. I'll show him.

So strap in and hang on. Turning 40 in 2019 is going to be my best year yet!