My 27th year is coming to a close. When I was little I thought twenty-seven was the magical age even though all my other friends couldn't wait to be sixteen. I thought that my twenty-seventh year would be The Year when all my life dreams would be realized and/or coming into fruition. However, this was probably the most sedate year of my life. Yes, I started on the right path, but fears got in my way and I let them get the best of me.
I have maintained the weight I lost this summer, but my training has gone down the tubes and so has my energy level. Tomorrow will be my first day back in the gym to workout since early September. I know, YIKES!
My birthday resolution is this: Before my 27th year is over, I will start training again on a routine basis. That's it. No magic number of pounds to lose or dress size, but a simple goal that I know is attainable.
This year, on October 30th, I will be singing "Happy Birthday" while looking forward to the journey ahead.
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