Every year, there are a couple of times where I feel really motivated to change my diet, my exercise habits and other disciplines that have gone lacking. This usually happens right around the change of season where it either goes from warm to colder or frigid to thawed. It’s been a year now since we took in the three boys and instead of having that urge to work out, lose weight and take care of myself, I’ve instead eaten way more than I should, way worse than I should and worked out far less than I should. I can count on one hand the number of bike rides I took during the summer and the number of actual workouts I even attempted during the past 12 months. And I’m not saying I can count them each individually on one hand. I’m saying that I can count the TOTAL of both on one hand.