So tomorrow is the 6th of January 2013 and after a storm here in Philadelphia, a son in the hospital and an Eagles Play-off loss… I am supposed to get up in the morning and start my new life. I had planned to go get a few cases of water and fill the fridge. A case of chicken… some steak.. and healthy snack choices… But it seems that won’t happen today. It’s going to have to wait till tomorrow since the roads are very slick from an ice storm we woke up to.
So what’s the plan…… I dunno honestly…
I’ve been here before.
I’ve walked the tightrope. I’ve yelled look at me, look at me. And they looked. And for a year or two, I was amazing… Then I fell and wished to God that no one saw it. And now here I am. I might be yelling look at me again…. but this time it’s to keep me one track.. to keep me honest.. to cheer me on.. and encourage me.
So the plan….
Tomorrow I wake up… I go down stairs. I get on the scale. I wipe the tears from my eyes. I think about the road that got me here staring at whatever numbers the scale says. Then I go back upstairs and start my day. I just hope that the days change into nights that’s I’ve just been a little bit better.. Hopefully, I made better changes. I take more steps forward and less back.
I will talk about the tools I’ll be using over the next few days. Today… I’ll crack open the bottle of champagne I bought to toast in the new year… I’ll have a mimosa or two… and let the day get away from me….