I was driving home yesterday and had a revelation of sorts. I was happy.

Now I know that sounds weird, because I have a great life, a loving husband, a healthy son, the list goes on and on. What I mean is, I was happy with me. Am I at goal? Hell no. Am I working towards it? Every day. And I think that is making me happy. I actually LIKE being good to my body instead of hating it. I like figuring out how to feed my family and me healthy, local food that taste yummy. I like thinking when I wake up in the morning, "What exercise video/class should I do today?"

Weird.
I spent most of my 20's & 30's trying to make others happy. An impossible task, by the way. Who knew the way to a peaceful easy feeling about myself was to just stop trying to do the impossible and do the achievable. Small steps.