Working up the nerve...
To take my measurements. Honestly, I really need to. Being so short every pound can make a difference in looks. Maybe tomorrow I will ask Rachelle to do it for me. She won't judge 
How BAD can they be? How hard will it be to lose this weight? Well we will see 
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So what got me so motivated? Well for one I am sick and tired of being sick and tired about this extra weight. Second I hate always having to worry about the PT test each year. It's embarrassing to have to walk in and be weighed every single month because of weight control. UHHH. Besides I have to set an example for my children (and others). My husband really showed me how to do it. It took him a long time but he is really getting in fantastic shape. He is my inspiration. 
And the final one. DH told me if I were to stay in the army that I MUST become an officer. This was because when we met that is the road my life was taking. If I can, my goal is to go to OCS starting next July. Wouldn't that be FABULOUS. One year earlier than planned. One year earlier of being commissioned. One year more of officer pay for retirement. One year closer to being able to become AGR (okay so maybe now I'm daydreaming 
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Back to the measurments. When I am one hot mama (like Sharri-go girl 
), it will be good to look back and remember never to become that person again. Right now my body is out of shape. Being mentally strong is not enough in this world. People perceive you differently when you are overweight. Time to do it girl. Keep moving!