This isn't Easy

I figure the best way to start this journey is with a little truth in lending; full discousure as it were.

This morning I tipped the scales at 307.2. My waist is 48".

Today at lunch I went for a walk: .78 miles in the noon-day sun. It felt like 78 miles.

If I have to tie my shoes I'm looking for a chair or curb. Stairs, not my friend.

By any measure, I am fat and out of shape.

It isn't easy to admit the mess I'm in, but I need a baseline. A year from now I want to be able to look back and see where I started; to see how far I've come.

No more someday; I start today.