I'm constantly reminded of how easy it would be to go back to my old ways.  You would think that once you get in a routine, it would be easier to stay in that routine.  I've been working out 4 days a week since the beginning of August and can still hear that voice that screams at me in my head,

"You don't have to work out today.....I know you're tired....Take a day off...."

Why must it be so incessant?  You would think that voice would be nothing more than a whisper.  Mentally, I know what it was like at my heaviest with constant aches and pains.  I remember being mortified having to buy new pants yet again since I was bursting out of the ones I owned and how depressing it was going to the store and even finding a pair that would fit.  And yet I also remember how convenient it was to just say,

"Screw it all, I'm eating whatever the hell I want and being a couch potato."

Will this forever be a mental game that plays in my head?  I hope that not only am I able to reach my ultimate goal but that I am able to maintain the weight and stay on track with new fitness goals and achievements.  I hope to be able to say yes to completing a half marathon, or even a marathon one day.  I hope to help my 9 year old get in better shape so he doesn't get teased for being "the big" kid, even though he's more stocky than fat. 

There are so many things I hope for, and yet I am terrified of going back to my old ways.  It would be such an easy transition.  I don't want to be a failure to my son.  Failing at being the person to help guide him into the right direction is not an option.