Hi y'all!!  So, Chips Ahoy, Oreos, Lays, and 25 extra pounds later,  that girl has graduated with a Master's degree and has a life again! I found out that I am definitely and indeed a stress eater.  And now that I roll instead of walk, I am ready to get back on the bull...or treadmill.  Same difference in my experience.  I plan to be careful. No injuries to interrupt the process this time.  I plan to be determined.  I will wear a bikini by the end of this summer and not embarrassingly so.  I plan to be healthy.  I will feel better when this is again a way of life because I will not have to choose apples versus Oreos or fried chicken versus grilled veggies.  My body will crave what it needs.  That's a great place to be, believe me! I am someone who is very much in tune with what her body is saying--as you will see from previous blog entries... And I will listen so all members of my body can be in a great and healthy place.  

 Stay tuned! I'm walking away from the Haagen Dazs and I am going to make Monday day one.  Treadmill here I come!!

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