Warning: If you do not want to hear someone whine or discuss weight loss, fitness or the like you had best jump off my blog right now… Still here? Then proceed at your own risk.
For the past two years I have relished cold weather season. R E L I S H E D.
Because I love snow? NOPE. Because I cherish the holiday season? NOT EVEN CLOSE.
It is because, for the past two years, I have had serious body issues. I don’t even want to look at a pair of shorts LET ALONE a swimsuit. ((shudder))
I have had to jump through some crazy hoops to keep myself covered up. (Two boys who have a healthy obsession with pool water will do that to you.)
I’m going to be honest with you, when I hit 37 my body just changed. The word “changed” doesn’t actually represent what I am trying to express. It is more accurate to say that my body BETRAYED ME. Suddenly I gained easier than I lost. Suddenly my clothes no longer fit. Suddenly I could run a marathon but couldn’t loose five silly little pounds. Suddenly I felt old and tired. Not to mention tired and old. I began to yo-yo diet…
I’ve had awhile to ponder the state I have been residing in and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am finally ready to move forward.
You would think that self-loathing would have given me motivation months ago… but you would be wrong.
The more I ponder it, the more I realize that if your mind isn’t into it… you will fail. You can’t just go through the motions on this one. There is no auto-pilot. No “phoning it in.” You have to be ready. Your mind must be a steel trap.
She is amazing. She is tenacious. She is DETERMINED.
Her mind is focused.
And I plan to join her.
Because I believe that I have found my focus. FINALLY.