A Year . . . One Whole Year

I've been motivated by a fellow blogger to give weight loss a year (Read her blog here, she's absolutely wonderful).  I need a goal and something to work towards . . . nothing high pressured, but a goal. Working towards some "important" date doesn't work for me, it never has and never will.  BUT I need some sort of goal.

I read today about a weight loss blogger that died suddenly at the age of 30.   30 years old.  That is my biggest fear beyond anything else . . . leaving my husband and my children before I'm ready.  

I feel utterly selfish.  It's selfish of me to not take care of myself.  It's selfish of me not to want to be the healthiest I can be for my husband and my kids.  I feel like a big jerk. 

I am a big selfish jerk.

Enough is enough.  It's time that I give my husband and my kids the person they deserve.  The best me.

365 days.  I'm going to fight for every single day.