A metaphore for my life at the moment? At the ripe age of 49 I'm finally losing weight, exercising regularly and horrror of horrors enjoying it, and posting a blog here where I've been lurking in the shadows since early October.
I just completed week 7 this morning and could so easily have talked myself out of it, a stressful few days, poor nights sleep and it was a balmy -2C. But no, the new me dragged my sorry bones out of bed and just got on with it, and I'm pleased and proud that I did.
Week 8 starts Monday - bring it on
Thanks to all the regular bloggers who are so positive and supportive, your comments really help (even when directed at someone else).