Hit the ground running...

     Last night I had pizza and I don't really feel bad about it. I ate pizza not because I was tired and had nothing else, but because I wanted to, because it sounded delicious and I know that this weekend I'm going to do some meal planning and get back on the fruits and vegetables wagon this week. At some point last year, I got a planner from The Happy Planner company. I am in love. It's so easy to take the pages out and to add new ones to customize it. Not gonna lie, it is a tad on the expensive side, but if you get your swag from Hobby Lobby when it's on sale - perfection.
     It combines my love of bright colors, stickers, calendars, and lists. I think I'm going to add a meal planner pack to my current agenda. They also have ones for exercise, budgeting, and everything else you can think of. Truth be told I'm probably just going to go to the Hoblob and go nuts. Being organized makes my soul happy (even if 9/10 of my organization is only on paper). This next week, I also have two personal training sessions instead of just one. I'm also going to try and swim laps at the pool on Friday morning. Nothing like the smell of chlorine and the sound of arms slicing through the water first thing in the morning.
     If I close my eyes, I can still hear the sound of all those voices - coaches, cheering moms, determined racers. I remember the thrill of feeling my toes curl over the block, tucking down tight, adrenaline pumping as I waited for the sound of the starting gun. I was never the fastest or the strongest, but it didn't matter, I was racing against myself. It was about shaving off that tenth of a second, being just a little faster than the race before. Man, I miss it. I honestly wish I had a group of girls to swim with. Why don't they have swim teams for adults? They've got softball, volleyball, basketball, but never any swimming. This is an injustice. Alas, I will just cling to the good memories and use them to propel me toward my goals. 
     This morning, we're going to head up to my husband's Grandma's house for a very belated Christmas since the weather was too bad up her way to go last weekend. I've got about half a million things to do this weekend, but despite being exhausted, I feel like I've got this. Time to hit the ground running (or hit the water kicking).