I arrived home, and... it was a bad smelling mess.
Really, 3 dogs, a cat and a bird, in a house; and a bunch of messy people... This is not acceptable. And it is more obviouse for me how unacceptable this is when i arrive after a few days away.
Well. There were two ways.
I could decide to become the slave of my despair and start cleaning this as a stupid obligation, a punishment for my past bad choices.
I could decide to lose calories and execise my self in the process.
I chose the second choice.
If my house had mirrors all over the walls, i would see my self moving, climbing stairs, finding creative ways to sweep, and wash, and strip, and rub...
I walked one of the dogs, i played football with my little one outside, and my marathon is in the middle.
And all this, is like a routine, a space of free dancing.
I look at my body and see my self with the opportunity to make the difference for me and for all those that can see me changing habits, changing my body shape.
I donīt want to be happy in the future. I am happy now, as time goes by, and i try to sculpt a new body that represent the beauty i feel inside.
The sculpting in it self is the most amazing experience.
I am so, so grateful to myself, for making this decision at this moment in my life.
Thank you there me. :)
All the best. My marathon awaits me