I made my phone call. I have my date. Although I made the decision in March--the actual date is April 21.
If nothing else, this will motivate me to get back on track with food and exercise so that I can *hopefully* find some new pants that will fit me. And by fit me, I mean, in a smaller size but which won't hug and outline every unflattering lump and bump on my thighs.
I have six weeks to work on this.
Last night, I ellipticaled. This morning, I walked 4 laps before work--the first time in AGES it seems. I will get another walk in this afternoon on way home--and if I'm super motivated, I'll get on the elliptical tonight.
I'm retaking control of my life, one step at a time.