My Best Self

Let's talk about weight...it's awful. I hate the scale, and really try not to look at it. I should honestly just toss it out; or bury it away. I've gained a little weight since last summer. Not much by any means, but I'm short. Us short people notice that sort of thing...though I'm sure many people do. 

I want to be thinner. I want to be stronger. I want to be healthier. I want to look in the mirror and be happier with my reflection. I want to pull clothes on and not pick apart how they look. Most importantly, I want my children to grow up with healthy body images and not be critical of themselves. 

There's only one solution....

Get off my ass and do something about it, because no one is going to do it for me. 

I wanted to be at my prime when I turned 30. That's in a week. I've come to terms that that's not happening.   

I'm tired of always Starting Over and taking those dreaded Before pictures. I never want to take one of those before pictures ever again. 

Tonight I got off my ass. Tonight I did a workout. Tomorrow I will feel it, and I will remember why I feel it. And then I will workout again. And again. And again. Until it's a part of everyday life and I'm not doing it sporadically like I'm doing now and it doesn't seem like a chore when I would rather be relaxing once I get the kids tucked in at night. I need to look at it as a reward, because it's making me a better, stronger person and that's the best reward. 

So tomorrow, when I move a little slower or feel a twinge when I turn a certain way, I will smile, remember all of the reasons why, and put that workout gear back on. 

I'm going to be My Best Self.