T-minus 90

So I have 90 days until my thirtieth birthday. But who's counting... right? Eh. Whatever.

I have decided to feed my neurosis with a countdown clock that ticks away the seconds, minutes, hours, and days on the bottom left of my computer screen. Right now: 90 days, 2 hours, 51 minutes, and 54 seconds. This can not be good for me.

My goal is a simple one developed into three simple parts:
Part 1: no longer will I focus on the scale as a determining factor for my goal (i.e. I'm letting go of the goal to lose 100 pounds; instead, I will focus on physical goals like running a mile or actively participating in ultimate Frisbee again.)
Part 2: no longer will I over-analyze and criticize myself
Part 3: I will regard my body as the Temple it was designed to be.

Okay, so the goals are simple written down. They are simple to say. They are also simple to ignore and forget. I need accountability here, so my other goal is to post something everyday for 90 days.

I spent my twenties in a body that weighed me down and took away possibilities. As I say goodbye to this decade of my life, I also want to say "Goodbye" to the unhealthy lifestyle that dominated these past 10 years as well.

To accountability,
Cheers,
Katy