Beginning is scary.
It is. I could look in the mirror and do a double take because I'm not sure how I got to be the person in the reflection without noticing. (Well, I know how I got here. I just don't know how I didn't notice).
To say that the last few years have been tumultuous would be an understatement. They're filled with some of my highest highs and definitely contain my lowest lows. It's taken me a long time to reach the point where I want to become healthier, and I won't lie, a lot of the time I just plain don't care enough about myself to try.
But this is a beginning and in it I am going to rewrite myself some good habits, like sleeping at night, and eating my vegetables (and eating, period), and only kissing boys whose names I know (Well. Most of the time), and only drinking too much out of revelry, not sorrow.
It seems like a pretty daunting task when I look at it all together, but as the saying goes, "one step at a time" and as my mum says, "one pound at a time" so here we go (:
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