Day 1 where I actually make an effort went well. And I guess counting's not so bad. At least I know that I ate a reasonable amount of calories yesterday. At least I know that.
Habits die hard...even the good ones that I've only started in the last 2 years. I woke up at 6:15am this morning. I'd set my alarm for 7:00 and when I opened my eyes, I could only see the last two digits. I thought, "That's weird, my alarm didn't go off." And then I realized that the time started with a 6. So, I lied in bed for a couple minutes debating with myself and then headed down to the treadmill.
I'm discouraged by how much I have to lose to get back to where I was, but I'll keep chanting my 'one day' mantra and hopefully one day it'll actually sink in. I mean after all, as I've proved to myself now, if I want to be thin I'm gonna hafta be deliberate about my health for the rest-of-my-life.