Promises? HA!

I'm making no promises on update frequency at this point; it's been almost a year and a half since I last posted and that is just fine with me. Virginia is good. I have my own place. It is full of dishes but I plan on taking care of that today. Reason I'm starting this up again after almost a year is that I have... 18.9lbs to lose again. It took me a long time to lose that 60lbs, like hell am I going to gain it back. I'm getting older (not old, thank you) but the older I get, the harder it's going to be to keep it off and stay in shape. I'm hoping this blog will make me hold myself accountable. The first five need to be gone by this time next week. Which brings me to the idea of when the hell did food become the enemy? I found myself thinking, "Ugh, food" this morning when I woke up because I knew that food could lead to the weight, that even working out couldn't make me lose it if I ate the incorrect foods or the wrong amounts. A week and and I'm already counting calories and making myself feel bad for eating what isn't right or for not working out. I need to become happy about exercising again and I need to gain control of my eating habits. That's what this is about. Not calories. I want to fit into my pants again, damnit. So here we go. Last Friday, I was 149.9lbs. Next Friday, I will be 144.9 lbs or less. This will be a thing. I'm making sure of it.