SLACKER-  noun: a person who shirks their work or duty                ex. Beki Herrbach  That’s me. Yep.  A bona fide slacker. Do you remember a certain promise I made. A promise to Trim the Fat? Yeah. I knew I shouldn’t have opened my big fat mouth, or typed it, rather, with my chubby little fingers. I thought that by making my promise on here, in front of all of you, it would hold me accountable. I would have to get myself out there and do something. Well, that was before I knew. That was before I knew what a huge SLACKER I was. Ok. *Moment of truth* I already knew I was a slacker. Don’t hate me. That is why I had to make the promise to exercise publicly, but I’ll be darned if even that wasn’t enough to make me do it! Accountability. That is the key word. The problem with how I did it was that I thought by sending a promise out into cyberspace, I would actually follow through. Like, my readers would come through my computer each morning and yell at me to get my lazy butt up and exercise. Of course not! I need a REAL LIVE PERSON to actually make me do it. Every time I overcame a challenging obstacle, or accomplished some difficult physical goal, I had an accountability partner or group. When I ran my first half marathon, I did it with Team In Training. A year later when I tackled the Disney Full Marathon, I trained and ran with two close friends. I could not have finished without them. (they had to practically drag me the last 6 miles!) When I trained for and completed two Sprint distance triathlons,...

Pounding pavement beneath her feet hypnotizing with it’s rhythmic beat   lungs burning, hungry for air minutes pass by, unaware   sweat is streaming down her face hair is falling out of place   eyes focused straight ahead her feet will go where they’re led   determination fuels the fire accomplishment is her desire -Beki Herrbach...

I’m wearing my big girl pants today. Jeans, to be exact. They actually are my big girl pants. You know the ones. The “Just in Case” jeans you save after you have lost weight.  Just in case you put on a few extra pounds and you don’t want to go out and buy a new pair to be comfortable. Before you start to judge me, which we all know you already have (thanks friends), they don’t fit. NO, they aren’t too SMALL, they are too big, thank you very much. I actually need a belt, and it’s cinched pretty good just to keep them on. But they feel good. You know, that favorite pair of jeans feeling? When you slip them on and nothing is pulling or tugging or hugging or gripping?  It’s nice. I could tell you I put them on this morning because It was dark and I couldn’t find my “normal” jeans in the mad dash to get ready (partially true).  I could also tell you that I really like the cut and style of these jeans, and I think that they make me look taller (less true). I could give you a whole laundry list of excuses as to why I put them on. One of them being actual laundry. Seriously…I think all my other pants are in the laundry. The real truth of the matter is, while standing in my closet this morning looking at the limited options, I knew that these jeans would be the most comfortable. Even though they would be a little big on me. I knew that because….because…..AAHH. Don’t make me say it! (10 min later) Ok, I’ve thought about it, and I think I’m ready to admit it. It’s time to face the music so...