Shredded

I am a hypocrite.

I am so worried about cancer that I'm willing to give up any hope for future children, my breasts, and precious weeks spent with my infant son in order to improve my chances. And yet, I don't eat right or exercise.

Blame it on my childhood; I never did find a therapist I liked. Blame it on my family; we all use food as a coping mechanism, a comfort, an obsession. Blame it on hormones; birth control is a bitch. But mostly, blame it on me; I have zero willpower and am pretty lazy.

So, today I got my roommate to do the 30 Day Shred with me for the first time. I feel...tired. Sore. Hot. Like Jillian Michaels looks like a man. But, somehow a little bit accomplished too.

I can't say that I'll do this every day. Or even every other day. But I am going to make an effort to do SOMETHING active every day. Here's to being healthy in more ways than one.