It's the End of the Year as We Know It.

This year has grown old. And I’ve grown older. So many things have contributed to a feeling that 2017 aged me at a rapid pace. But for the first time, I can say that I applied the brakes to the rapid decline. For the first time in many years, I have taken control of my own health, tackling my weight, my eating habits and my emotional and behavioral health.

It’s as if I finally grew up.

Strange timing but hopefully not too late to give me and my family a better life. With that in mind, I return to this blog after a very long absence. I left the blog because I felt that posting here only opened doors for a few unwelcomed gawkers. But there is something to be said for reaching out to people who are sincerely supportive.

My goal then is to keep a sort of running record of my attempts and my goals. Pun intended … because, about 7 months ago, I started jogging/running. The fact that I’ve kept it up has inspired me to make New Year’s resolutions that involve this new activity. In 2018, I resolve to run at least six 5Ks. I resolve to cut time off my mile. I resolve train as much as I can.

I resolve to run at least one race in Los Angeles. (This will be a tough one to keep.)

ALSO! I resolve to cut myself a break in the event the large number of projects I love to jump into call me away and force me to reschedule a run. Training should always continue. But so should other labors of love. I also resolve to hit weights, something I do not enjoy at all.

The most important thing I need to do is let go of my fear of the scale. My weight has changed over time. Weight loss should come if I take care of the other pieces. With that, I face the new year with a sense of hope.

Twenty-Eighteen is going to be a rough year. I don’t say that to be negative. I mean to prepare some of us. Whatever may come, I plan to have enough strength to endure it.