So, I’ve started taking fitness really seriously lately. And it’s been hard. I started off strong and started slacking. Went to the beach yesterday and ate McDonald’s, a lot. SO along came the guilt.
As a woman, I will always have issues with my body. I will always compare myself to someone else. And as a former bulimic, I feel that there is always an easier way to lose weight. I could limit my food intake, workout insanely, or simply starve….or all.
But wait. Let me not do all that. I don’t want to. Why? Just 2 reasons.
Because someone will love me the way I am. Just the way I am now.
Because most importantly, when other women ask me how I got in shape, how I did it, I want to tell them that it wasn’t easy. That That I ate healthy and I worked out hard. That I pushed myself. That I failed several times, but I kept at it. I want that.
I run every night and I’m at the point where the little or major workouts that I do, they simply make me feel good and it betters my day. So as unhealthy as I eat every now and then, it’s okay. I may not have the body of a fitness model or super model, but I have THIS body. So shiiiitttt, I’m going to deal with it.
Awwww, blessings dahling!!! Thank you, thank you! And THANK YOU for even taking out the time to even visit my blog!
Awwww! Ah luh yu too
Flattering……and creepy…… Lol