Today is a new day. For about three months, I did absolutely nothing to bolster my fitness and it’s been awful. That all ends today because we now have a treadmill. My sister set it up and I am going to use it every single day for half-hour. I’m making this declaration because I hate the way I feel and don’t get me started on the way I look. My body has gotten quite out of hand and this nonsense stops today. There was a time when I worked out for at least an hour daily, without fail. Sick or strong, rain or shine, no matter where in the world I was – the exercise happened. Look at me now. Scratch that, don’t look at me! I’m squishy and lumpy. My face is round and the skin is blotchy. I’m not me anymore and I need to be me. I’m used to be fighting fit with tough abs and a vicious right-hook. These days I couldn’t fight my own spit but that ends today. The revolution begins today. No retreat, no surrender and no excuses!