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Two days ago, I hit a major breaking point.

I was at a local plasma-donation center, where they took my weight. Once the machine beeped, I casually glanced at the technician’s paperwork. It had been months since I stepped on a scale, so I had no idea where this number would fall.

…..And it was not what I was hoping for. In fact, it was the exact opposite. You see, I have this “absolutely not okay” weight set for myself in my head. And that number is a daunting three pounds away from where I should not be, or want to be.

I’m not someone who bases how she feels about herself by the number that the scale reads. Or at least I try not to be, because I know that weight is just a number. Granted, to see that number written down on paper, making it a fact, not an “I think”, is not a good feeling. I realize that it’s important to go by how I feel– and not a number.

So, what am I going to do about it?

Well, for starters, I’m going to take a serious look at how I’ve been eating. I know things need to change. This time last year, my fridge and freezer was packed with veggies and other healthier foods. I wish I could say the same for this year.

Also important is upping my exercise level. I used to be a runner. And I use the term “used to” very loosely, because there were months when I would run more than others. My running shoes have stared at me every time I open my closet, begging to be taken out for a run. It’s time for me to quit neglecting it–I love that runner’s high, and knowing that I’ve done something good for my body.

So if you will, join me on this adventure as I fall back in love with running, continue to learn about myself and my world, and run until my heart is content.