Pick Your Hard

I read a saying the other day:

Being fat is Hard.

Dieting is Hard.

Pick your Hard.

So true.  The extra weight is hard on my knees and joints.  My breathing is labored while exerting a little energy.  I get tired earlier and I just don't feel good.  It's hard looking at myself in the mirror and seeing someone else.

Dieting is hard.  For me, I have to constantly think about it otherwise I get sidetracked and totally off track.  My auto-pilot kicks in and I make wrong decisions and choices.

So yeah, let's pick our "hard."  I choose healthy.  Feeling well and enjoying life is my reward for eating healthy; the lost poundage is just an added bonus. 

P.S. I enjoyed my first day of work.  I didn't have to work as long as I thought so my lunch was already packed and ready to consume when I got home.  Last night I picked out my wardrobe for today and it was hanging in the bathroom ready to wear--necklace and all.  Who am I?  My pretty pink lunch bag is packed and hanging on the front door so I don't forget it. I'm still fighting that internal disorganized self but babysteps are getting me on the organized path.  Or at least I'm hoping!