This time...really...i mean it

I just realized that I'm about to be 52 and, co-inky-dink, there are 52 weeks in a year. I'd like to say I just realized that I'm fat but I'm afraid I realized that years ago. Perhaps it was when "Hey lady" was followed by "please move" instead of "let's do it". Now I'm the one saying "let's do it". I need to put up or shut up. I'm hoping that something about casting my commitment to the blog winds will somehow hold me accountable to...you? Some "brooding omnipresence" type of you. So...TOMORROW... because I already poured this second glass of wine...I will move my body and eat less. We'll see.