Exercise is uncomfortable.

I know it's not supposed to be easy, but this old body doesn't want to move quite this much yet.

I also sweat profusely, so I have to hang my clothes up to dry after working out. I can't just toss them in the hamper. (As a side note, in basic training, the drill sergeants were so concerned about my sweating that they made me carry two canteens to everybody else's one.)

I even had to drag out my dorky sweatband from the 70s to keep the sweat from running into my eyes. I also keep a hand towel nearby to mop my face frequently.

Counting calories is no fun.

I have to be hyper-aware of everything I'm eating because whatever goes in my mouth has to be logged. It's a great wake-up call on what a normal portion should be.

Before starting this journey, I don't think I ate a lot (I'm probably wrong), but unhealthy snacks didn't tempt me. Now that I'm not eating as much, those snacks are more tempting.

I'm always hungry now, even though I'm drinking almost a gallon of water a day.

I already feel better.

I've only been doing this regularly for three days, so it's probably more psychosomatic than real, but I feel much better already. I definitely feel better about myself.

I'll get there. I've done it before, and I can do it again.