I know. I know. We've all said/heard/thought that phrase a gozillion times. Heaven knows I've said it more than my fair share lately. But today something prompted me to think it and mean it; something more than my pants feeling too tight.

I went to see Harry this afternoon because my ear and my throat hurt--particularly when I chew and swallow. This is not a good combination. I was "worked in" late afternoon and didn't spend that much time in the waiting room. As the nurse was leading me back to an exam room, she stopped and said, "Oh, wait." and took me to the scale. It was not nice to me. In fact, I was closer to my diagnosis weight than I'd like to be. Closer than I thought I was. Too close.

I cringed with embarassment.

On my way back to my office, I decided that in no uncertain terms I had to start my exercise routine tomorrow. Exercise was going to be my way to salvation, my way back into my wardrobe, to not looking like a heifer in my tankini on the California beach, to not feeling like an embarassment to my skinny-mini extended family while on the beach.

And then I had a small dose of reality. The Mr. works on Saturday and Sunday and there's simply no way I'll get up to exercise by 7 a.m. It just won't happen no matter how much I tell myself it will. And while any amount of exercise is better than none, in my world a one-day walk followed by two days of slacking won't be much motivation.

The weekend will allow me to figure several things out anyway. I'll be able to get my workout clothes ready so all I have to do is put them on and go. And since this will be my first foray into exercise since I started pumping (which I'm really kind of nervous about, frankly), I'll be able to carefully plan what to eat pre-walk (a protein and a carb, preferrably) and then what to eat for my actual breakfast. I'll also be able to stock up on my staple snacks like Lite 85 yogurt and Nutri Grain bars. Not to mention three days' worth of pep talk.

Let's just hope that I don't get deterred (and that I don't hit snooze too much) by next week's three-day planning summit for work that starts before 8 a.m. It just has to be a priority. Has to be.