Hold up! Stop the presses! Something amazing, and earth-shattering, and stupendous happened last night. Believe it or not, ladies and gentlemen, yesterday evening I went to the gym. I worked out. I perspired. And…I DIDN’T DIE!
I know, I know. That’s a wild story, but I swear it’s true.
The gym was crowded, which was not ideal, but I tuned everyone out and did my thing. I fought the urge to demand everyone’s attention and call for an enthusiastic round of applause when I finished my cool-down. That might be just a bit much, eh? No?
I wouldn’t say I am burning up with boundless motivation these days. More like, just really, completely, and utterly sick of being unhappy about how I look and how I feel. And no one likes that person who is always moaning about their weight but not doing anything about it. I don’t want to be that person! I’ve done that the past few months, and I am over it.
It’s amazing what a difference just one good day can do for my mood and my feelings about myself. I logged all my food yesterday, too, so yeah…getting kind of wild and crazy up in here, all these back-on-track shenanigans going on!
Sweat & Sparkle 