Pictures like this one, my "before photos," are why I head to the Y on Mondays, Wednesdays and Friday to lift weights.
They're why I do my best to keep up with Crystal, Julie, Wendy, Jennifer, Mary, Debbie, Mandy, Brandy and Leslie on Tuesday afternoons and Saturday mornings.
They're why I hope the ten of us -- and whoever else wants to join the fun -- can continue training, maybe for a 10k.
They're why I jog on my own on Thursdays.
They're why I eat salsa with a spoon instead of a basket and a half of chips.
They're why I order broiled shrimp instead of fried, grilled chicken instead of a double cheeseburger and grilled chicken taco salad instead of a steak California burrito topped with cheese sauce.
They're why I check the fat grams and calorie counts on virtually everything I pick up at the grocery store.
They're why I can't help but remember the girl I once dated who told me that I looked like I was pregnant. I can't imagine why I ever let her get away ...
They're why it's sometimes awkward for me to take a compliment, because I know all too well how easy it is to fall off the wagon.
They're why I'm forcing myself not to dive headlong into the Halloween candy bucket that's sitting not 10 feet away from me at this very moment.
They're why I try to park at the top of the hill at Adam's soccer games, instead of in lots waaaaaaaaaaaaay closer.
They're why I'm still trying, after more than a year now, to lose weight. This time, I have not given up.
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