big booty

I just walked into our campus recreation center for the first time all semester. Probably one of the most sophisticated college gyms, within a 5 minute walking distance from my dorm room (practically next door), and I still have a really hard just getting my lazy butt up and onto the exercise bike (I'm not a runner). I stepped on the scale and automatically put the numbers out of my head, conjuring up every reason why those numbers should not add up the way that they do. I never thought I would care so little about exercise...I remember being the most active of my cousins and siblings, always running, climbing, jumping, doing whatever. Now I cannot seem to squeeze out just half an hour a few times a week to get a little more fit. In my defense, I have taken to walking to class more often, leaving my room a little later so I have to take on a brisk walk (ok, honestly, I never wake up on time for my first class, but there is a benefit to that, see?). I also have been trying to get adequate sleep (although my body does shut down a lot earlier than it used to, hehe).

My Waterloo: Snacking.

Discipline in this area of my life will flow over into discipline in academics, relationships, etc. But I have totally been here before, where I tried a work-out regimen that fell flat, or I look at my other friends' failed resolutions. I really have to ask myself, do I want to go down this road again?

Um....yes. Most definitely. I figure I'll take it one day at a time, but I need accountability. Help?