The Jiggley Mommy Begins (again)

I've dieted. I've taken 'vitamins'. I've worked out so hard I threw up. I've swam, I've walked, I've stretched. Yet, I'm still Jiggley. I refuse to call myself the F word (fat) or the even worse O word (obese) - because those are such ugly words. I jiggle. I don't jiggle where it would be nice to have a bit of extra bounce - most of me jiggles. I jiggle because last week I ate close to 3 dozen cookies - I ate those cookies because I was lonely and overworked and feeling blue. I jiggle because when I got pregnant with my son (in 2008) it was a free ticket to eat what I wanted when I wanted. I jiggle because I've never really learned my body's "full" cues, and because I eat in front of the tv most nights, and because I enjoy a snack at night. I jiggle because at some point I made a choice to either put something in my mouth or to not get off the couch/computer chair or BOTH.
So here I go again, on a journey to get myself eating better and moving more and feeling BETTER. Today is the first day of the rest of my life, blah blah blah and all that other garbage. The fact is, the first day of my life was way back in the 80's when it was the norm to sit in front of the tv for hours on end and stuff as much processed junk into your mouth as you can. At least, that's how I remember it. But I digress... Today is the first day, of many hard days, that I am making a promise to myself to be healthier. Today I'm promising my son and my husband that I'm going to try to be a better role model and partner in health.
So what is my plan of action? Long term, like years down the road? I have no idea. I hope that eventually eating well and being active will just become such a normal part of my life that it doesn't feel like work anymore. How long will that take?? Good question - and again, I have no clue. For now, I'm looking at short term goals. I will workout 3-4 times a week for 30 minutes (just got EA Active: More Workouts and so far it's great!), I will drink at least 2 litres of water a day, I will refrain from snacking past 8:30pm, and I will try to be conscious of what I put into my mouth. Now all that, spread out nicely in front of me, looks like it might be a tall order. I'm just going to take it one day at a time. If I screw up, then tomorrow is a new day to start again. Right now I am a 30 year old stay at home mom who can barely find clothes that fit without going into a specialty plus sized store. And I'm sick of it. Join me on my journey?