My own life.

Of all the things Barack Obama said on the campaign trail last year, there was one statement that I remember literally striking me in the gut:

Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time.

We are the ones we've been waiting for.

Regardless of what you think of the man or his politics--I have a whole variety of thoughts that I'd be happy to discuss with you on some other blog--I would imagine these words resonate with all former fatties.

For me, 2010 is really the year that I make my own life. It is time for me to stop dreaming or wanting and instead take all of the talents and opportunities I have (almost unfairly) been given and make something of myself.

I blog a ton about my inability to stay focused for more than a few days. I need a kick start to feel the motivation that only a taste of success can provide. Really, if I stuck with it for maybe two weeks that would probably be enough, but I'm instead going back to my roots and kicking ass for all of February.

No drinking. No fast food. LOTS of working out.

Unsurprisingly, I've been pretty lax now that I feel like I'm in the run up to something big. But, I will not wait for another time. Tomorrow is Tuesday, the start of my Weight Watchers week. I may not be quite as hardcore as I am going to be in February, but I want to make this week count. Also, I just last week noticed that WW now allows you to track body measurements, so I'm going to start doing that.

121 days (and 21 hours, 45 minutes) till Memorial Day weekend. Every day counts. I really have to be doing this for myself, but I'm going to need all the support I can get from Katy, Liz, and our commenters, and plan on giving as much as I'm getting. We are the ones we've been waiting for.

I swear I googled "February 2010" and this is what came up. I don't feel bad for posting it though cause hot guys on the beach are hella-good motivation, it includes a very relevant tip (it is from Men's Health) and the guy is now on the Vampire Diaries...which I'm secretly obsessed with. So is a co-blogger, but I won't out her.