Thursday, April 18, 2013
My motivation to keep going is the ability to hug my knees. Once I was happy just seeing my knees let alone being able to hug them.
Ugh. I remember when my thighs would neck uncontrollably and I would end up with a fiery rash on my thighs (that is not how I want my girl zone set on fire). I used deodorant and baby powder to reduce the friction. It didnít matter that suits came in my size, I couldnít trust my thighs to leave each other alone.
I battle the 'Blues' and go through phases. When I'm in the Blue Zone, I do not make wise decisions, and my focus is thrown off.
I donít want to...be good and go to bed instead of molesting the cheeto bag (I donít even enjoy Cheetos).
I donít want to...be good and drink water or anything. I don't want to stop and go pee ALL DAY LONG. Somedays I choose to end up constipated, headachey and with dried out skin.
I donít want to...be good and portion control even though my body is absolutely satisfied with portions. Sometimes I choose to have my eyes bigger than my belly and I scorf the fridge and then pass out from excess.
I donít want to...be good and move. My butt has a crush on my couch. It feels so good for a season to be immobile then my body closely resembles that of a snake having swallowed a cow.
Then I remember Thigh Burn.
Not the "Coach Nicole-kick-tooshie-calorie burn-lunge" kind; the PG17 Thigh Burn.
Then I remember how my hard work paid off when I hug my knees.
I donít want to be good, I want to be awesome.
Awesome has fantastic cognitive thinking after a fitful nightís rest.
Awesome has regularity, and fabulous skin.
Awesome has more energy.
Awesome has guilt free appreciation of food in spite of her addiction.
Each Day is a new day to touch *A*W*E*S*O*M*E* and have it hug me back in return.