I never considered myself a writer---and there are very few things that I even do on a continuous basis. I looked up this blog, and was shocked that I even was so active in the posts that I had. I read over each one and felt ashamed at myself for not being consistent. Its like, really Kyra get it together. At 23 I had the urge, at 27 I felt accountable, and now at 28 I feel that the FREAKING CLOCK IS TICKING AND I NEED TO GET MY LIFE TOGETHER.
I noticed that I ended several of my posts with "is today my day 1" or "the first step is always the scariest". Those are so nice---but not harsh enough for me. My truth today is that I'm gaining weight and my family has a history of comorbidities due to obesity. I am not exempt from that. I have all of the tools, the heart rate monitors, the apps, the fit bit, 2 new pairs of gym shoes, a gym membership for Christ's sake---and now its all waiting on me to make the move. Not quite sure what I'm waiting for, or what it is that's holding me back.
My days are jam packed...at one point I was dating, working a FT job, a PT (20hrs/wk) job, in school FT, and managing a nonprofit organization. I didn't even have time for myself to breathe. I've since made a couple of adjustments and I'm committing myself to myself and putting myself first. That has been very hard to do, and even in some circumstances I don't have it all figured out. I'm working on it.
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