Here I Go Again On My Own

I had the wonderful luxury of a running partner last week (thanks, Kipp) who, buff as he is, stuck with me as I moved slowly and even walked on the uphill climbs. Our walks ended Sunday when a week of late night activities (including karaoke and late nights with my clergy friends) left me choosing the pillow over a running mate. However, I did covenant with my covenant group to keep at this "taking care of myself" health routine throughout the year. So here I am, FINALLY home, and determined to care for my body. Snacks have been changed to bottles of water, and that's good because ultimately I just want to have something in my mouth. I'm not picky about what it is and I've noticed that unhealthy food and even drinks don't help me feel good. Food involves more veggies and I'll toss out the sugar (again). Christy is my official eating partner, even though she lives in Philadelphia. She'll be the one I answer to. Lisa is my running partner, even though she is in Maryland. I know that every morning she's up and jogging on the treadmill. So even if I go out on my own (my neighbor officially moved!) I'll know she's up and going to. So here I go again on my own . . . only it's not really alone. I just know it's one day at a time.