Not just another day. It's the beginning.

     Today isn't just another day, it's the beginning.  "The beginning of what", you ask?  It's the beginning to the rest of my life before I died of a ripe old healthy age.
     There has been too many moments that I said to myself that I need to do better for myself.  I need to be the best mom and lrovider that I can.  I need to be a better wife.  I need to be...  I need to be me.  That is what I need.  I have been doing everything I could for my family and house (apartment) and I forgot about myself.  Being healthy for me, finding my space for me and just being happy with myself.  I'm not in the greastest of health and that scars me.  I don't want to die young. I don't want to be sick or to hurt.  I want to run and play with my kids and lift my future grandkids in the air.
     I went to my Dr. At the end of last year seeking information for a gastric bypass.  I wasn't scared and no one sent me there.  I got so much information on all the procedures, process, pros and cons.  I got all the information that I felt I could get to make an i formed decision.  But then I waited.  I don't know why. I just did.  Here we are in April now and I haven't done anythi g either way.  I've  given myself 3 months to really make a decision on something.  Either get off my butt and do something about my health or have the procedure.
     Today, I got a gym membership. Now I have to show up and work on me.  For me of course.