I know it's hard starting, re-starting or jump starting a life with exercise in it. I've been there. I stopped exercising for over two years. It was difficult re-starting. I bounced between working out and a complete full stop. Finally, I figured out what exercise had consistently worked for me - walking. Walking outside to be exact. How did I forget my 15 years of outside walking? Maybe, I chose to forget?
I vividly remember the moment of full power unhappiness, an "in the mirror moment" when I looked at the reflection and decided this had gone far enough. I was not happy with my thirty...
