I fell off the wagon

I know it's been a while since I posted anything, so now, it's confession time. I fell off the wagon. Well, I didn't just fall of the wagon, I fell off, hit my head on a rock, and laid unconscious by the roadside for a while. I haven't been doing my healthy eating, or my calorie counting regularly like I should. I know I've gained some weight back, because I can feel it. I can see it too. I don't know how much, because I'm afraid to step on the scale. I'm afraid to see how badly my failure has cost me. But you know what? That's okay. Sometimes we get sidetracked, and now I'm back.

While I was gone, I did some exercises haphazardly, but nothing with real focus. I don't like exercise for exercise's sake, so it's hard for me to stick to a routine. I'm hoping that I can find something I really like and make it work, especially now that I'll have more free time when the little one goes to school. I'm just tired of having such poor stamina, ya know?

Anyway, my new goal is to be in the 150's by Christmas. I'm going to hop back on the wagon and keep moving toward the goal. The journey is back on, my friends!