We've worn out the phrase.
I'm serious! Sorry is officially null and void. We, as human beings, (and it seems to me, especially women), are constantly sorry for something.
We apologize all the time for things we don't even need to be sorry about. We say "sorry" instead of "excuse me." We pardon ourselves instead of saying, "No, please...you go first." We say it instead of, "I thought you were finished talking...please continue." I feel like we sometimes even say it instead of, "Hello."
Maybe it's the nerdy, word-girl, communicator in me, but I think all this being sorry smacks of low self esteem. It lacks eye contact and a backbone. It is not polite, no! It is self-degrading and demeaning.
And I have this sneaking, sinking suspicion that as much as we're constantly saying sorry to everyone else, we are also constantly apologizing to ourselves.
Every time we make an excuse for what we know darn well isn't a good choice, we do it:
"Well, I'm sorry, but there aren't enough hours in the day for me to do everything. So, I didn't exercise today. Or the day before. But whatevs."
"I'm sorry. I can't afford healthy food on my budget."
"Sorry, but my family won't eat the healthy stuff I want to eat, and I don't have the time or money to cook two meals every time we sit down as a family."
Sorry doesn't really mean sorry, does it? It's like...filler for what we really want to say. It's a replacement for the truth. It is, "How about if I artificially take responsibility for this moment and scurry away before you notice anything of substance about me...nothing to see here..." And then we just go on.
So, let me ask you this...what would you do if you were in a relationship with someone who constantly apologized for things that were really hurtful and not good for either of you, but instead of correcting the behavior, just kept right on saying, "I'm sorry," and then continued to do icky, awful things?
I hope that relationship wouldn't last.
I believe you are smart and strong.
I feel like you do know what is good for you. And that you don't need to apologize to anyone for that.
I believe that you want it but something or someone has planted the seed of doubt that is now a teetering, looming tree, shading your aspirations...making you think you ought to be "sorry."
I think if you consider the situations where you're falling all over yourself, reaching for excuses about why you're putting everyone else first, apologizing...
...you'll find you're really not sorry at all.
You'll step out of the shade, stand up a little taller, square your shoulders and - instead of that nervous laugh and utterance of, "I'm sorry" - you'll have something really amazing to share...both in conversations with the World and - more importantly - with yourself.
Posted on 11/12/2013 by futuresize8
This site is about getting fit, so for most, it's about moving more, building muscle, eating better, losing pounds or even gaining a few.
There are other less obvious things to improve upon, though, that you might have uncovered along the way. Better self esteem, understanding how macros work, and getting to know yourself better - from the inside out - can all be byproducts of spending time here and paying attention to yourself.
For me, there have been lots of discoveries. There have been some goals that I haven't accomplished yet that I'm confident I will, but one thing that I really wanted to do is to quit smoking.
If you've known me through this site for a while, then you know that I "tried" quitting before. I failed.
And if you knew me in real life, you'd be very surprised that I ever even had this challenge...most people do not know I smoked. I was a secret smoker.
Secret smokers are super sneaky. We don't take regular smoke breaks. We can go for hours at a time without a cigarette. When we finally have one, we're armed with hand sanitizer, Altoids (or the little Wisp disposable toothbrushes, great for emergency tounge-brushing!), air freshener, hair spray and perfume (what a waste of my precious Chanel No. 5!) We own stock in Crest White Strips. We drive with the windows half down, even when it's freezing outside, to make sure that our cars, hair and clothes don't give us away. We never ever smoke in our homes.
So, for me it's been a nasty little secret. And it's been a heckuva lot of effort to maintain and conceal. Essentially for nothing...what was it giving me? I can't think of a single thing I gained from it. (I used to think it helped me from a weight loss perspective. I think we all know how silly that notion is...)
I smoked about 3 - 4 packs a week. And even if you say, "Oh, that's not so much...no biggie..." it is still too much for me.
I think if we're committed to being healthy, we have to really be honest and evaluate every aspect of our lives - food, exercise, drink, habits...even relationships. I'm not saying that we have to be "perfect" across the board. But I do strongly believe that everything we do should be done with intention.
When you stop paying attention to the details, they add up. Time passes. Before you know it, you've missed an opportunity to maximize on change.
I hope that all the cigarettes I've smoked - on and off (thankfully, mostly off) - over the last 20 years have not permanently damaged my health in any current or future way.
Even with nixing only my here-and-there smoking, the improvements in the last six days have been noticeable. No cough in the morning. No more scurrying to hide the evidence from those around me. I am thrilled to not think about smoking. And I love making my husband happy...he never complained, but I know he loves me and wants me around (and healthy) for as long as possible.
It's so worth it. And I'm so thankful that I'm not afraid I'll go back to it. I'm no longer a smoker. I don't think I ever was. It's those unhealthy things we do for no "real" reason that we need to pounce on.
So, if you've got one of those burdens following you around, my friend, what are you waiting for? I hope you can make today the day...the feeling of pride that comes from doing something that will really make a positive difference in your life is worth every bit of effort.
The simplest answer is to act.
Posted on 10/23/2013 by futuresize8
A while back, I wrote an entry about my co-worker who had an epiphany when she began reading the labels of the processed foods she'd always counted on. The sodium! The crazy ingredients! This began her education about food and fitness.
And I am so happy to say that on her small frame, fifteen pounds (lost through conscientious eating and a little cardio and strength training) has made a huge difference in her apperance, how she says she feels, and her confidence. So exciting!
Did I mention this transformation took her a really short time? Like, what...a few months?
You may know people like this...in fact, if you've been at this a while, you may have inspired a few people around you to start to make healthy changes.
And...if you're honest, you may wonder why it isn't happening as quickly for you.
I just want to remind you to not give up.
We're all different. And as we lose weight, it can be more challenging to lose - our bodies adjust. Calorie burns at a smaller weight decrease (this is why MFP asks us about resetting our numbers every few pounds or so) so you may actually need to do more or mix things up to get the results you got in the beginning.
But what about the things you can easily control? You may have gotten lax about measuring or logging every single thing you eat and drink. You may have "taken a few days off." How is that working for you?!
Maybe it's time to simply kick yourself in the butt and remind yourself about why you started in the first place. I know I need to do this from time to time!
No matter what you need to do to reboot, do it. And remember (and rejoice!) that you are healthier and more informed at this moment than you were when you signed up here.
Don't ever compare yourself with others, but do look to others for inspiration!
Read your food journals from your most successful weeks. Think about how it felt to lose the first five pounds. Remember how it felt to ditch that first pant size.
And think back to why you started caring in the first place - whether it was to look great for a reunion, to be able to move without effort, or to remedy a looming health problem, you did this for YOU.
Now, commence loving yourself and dig in. This is for life, but it's also for right now, so make the next minute count...Go!
Posted on 10/15/2013 by futuresize8
If you are a friend and read the little blurb in my newsfeed a few weeks ago, you may have seen my mini rant about this...
So, how do I know when I need to talk - or write - something out? When I can't quit thinking about it, even after weeks have gone by. So, here it goes:
Our neigbor, (we'll call him Rico, as in Suave, because he thinks he is), came in on a conversation I was having with a barmaid at our local watering hole. We were talking about a mutual friend who is living in Florida right now, and some health problems he's been having, how we hoped he would get better soon, and that he was fortunate to have a devoted wife who is taking care of him.
Rico says, "His wife? She's fat and stupid."
My jaw hit the floor. "Why would you say that? How do you know she's stupid...have you ever even met her?"
"No, but I've seen photos of her and she is FAT."
I've also seen photos of this woman. She is absolutely beautiful. She has enviable hair, which is the first thing I noticed about her. Goldish-red, super shiny, wavy, amazing hair. And a broad smile in one picture that lets me know her husband had to have taken the photo...she looks genuinely happy. Sparkly blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion...the kind of skin that makes you wonder, "Was that photo retouched?"
And so she happens to be overweight. Doesn't matter to me. She loves my friend, seems to be a remarkably good person from all accounts, has to stay relatively active to take care of him, and I understand that she is a hard worker. Overweight is not what I think of first...Saint, maybe, but not overweight.
"So...fat is the first thing you think of?" I asked. "You're an ass," the barmaid chimed in, punching Rico on the shoulder and walking away.
"I'd hate to hear what you say about me when I'm not around," I added.
He replied, "You don't have to not be around for me to say it: you're short and husky."
I. Was. Dumbfounded.
When telling my husband about my conversation with Rico, I joked that either I have reverse body dysmorphic disorder, or Rico needs glasses. My husband agreed...because while I still have a ways to go, I'm 5'7", weigh about 168 and wear sizes 10 and 12.
I am definitely not a thin woman, but I am certainly not short and I am not husky. I realize, on a logical level, that Rico is just a jerk who was trying to be funny.
Three weeks later, though, and I can't quit thinking about what this d-bag said.
I have thought about all the witty things I wish I'd said in response to his comment; somehow, me saying the barmaid was right, (that he is, indeed, an ass), doesn't seem like enough.
What I would like to have said is that clearly - from the infidelities he brags about, and the skewed, heavily objectified language he uses when talking about women - he needs some serious reprogramming, hopefully before his little girl is old enough to understand the misogynistic garbage he considers conversation.
But this isn't just about me, is it? Because I have read hurtful things that others have written about the thoughtless, comments people make, sometimes without realizing it, but sometimes to be cruel.
So I ask you this - and maybe it's the communicator in me that wants to appeal to your creative nature and vast vocabularies: let's try to stop describing people by appearance first.
Let's work harder to start referring to others by name, by qualities, by something positive that has nothing to do with weight, height, skin color or feature.
Let's set a good example for everyone around us.
And as for Rico, I've suddenly become too important to acknowledge his presence. It's not the full-on ignore of a junior-high-school-girl, but more of a graceful diss by someone who suddenly has something or someone more interesting to attend to whenever he approaches.
Because that is how us short and husky types roll...
Posted on 10/02/2013 by futuresize8
When I found what I considered to be enlightenment and started concentrating on my intake, I had one goal in mind: look better by becoming thin.
All these months, even though I am a big advocate for not preaching to others about what they should or should not be doing, I personally opted for jumping into the low-cal- push-as-hard-as-you-can-do-this-weight-loss-thing-as-quickly-as-possible-mentality.
I definitely got some results. And then I had "the health issue" and surgery to rectify that and then recovery time. And that stalled my progress.
But as I got back on my feet and back into a routine, I started to become really grateful about the little things. I remembered that it is a privilege to be able to move without pain. I found that I really hated recovering on the same couch I'd sometimes looked longingly at as I pedaled away on my exercise bike. And I started realizing some things about myself I had forgotten along the way.
For me, developing a healthy life isn't an urgent race. It takes time. And the small changes I make seem to stick. I can totally do radical changes. I can do cleanses and tablets and food-group elimination diets and follow the instructions in a book. I can pay for a program. I can follow...if I believe the promise of a jingle, I can completely buy into the allure and follow those rules.
For a time. And as soon as I stop following someone else's idea of what I should be doing, I will gain weight again. So, slow and steady, following my own discoveries of what works for me is more realistic for my success.
And I realized something else. Very recently, actually: I don't want to be skinny.
I want to be healthy and capable.
I want endurance. I want muscles. I want to look lean because I'm strong and my body is burning a reasonable amount of calories because it is equipped to do it. I am completely over the idea that I will be thin because I'm starving myself, restricting and obsessing.
I want to live! I want to be able to do physical things I haven't been able to do before. Like a boat load of real push ups. Like a hundred real sit ups. Things that maybe people who are truly fit - and not just thin - take for granted.
I want to look like the person who someone would pick to be on their tug-of-war team.
I still want to be a size 8, but I want it to be because I am a fuel burning monster.
Over the last few months as I've been figuring this out, I have been talking with my friends and they've kindly provided me with some good advice about the right intake and some sound input about building strength (thanks ihad, dragonflag07 and jaxxie!) and I'm slowly making the changes I need.
At my pace. As I'm ready and able. As my mind wraps around it. Gradually because this is for keeps.
Whatever your goals are, I support you! And I also encourage you to keep learning and have an open mind if you find that along the way, your goals change. Go with that...because you're in charge.
Posted on 9/10/2013 by futuresize8
I've been thinking a lot lately about the things I've learned since I became "enlightened." And I've also been cherishing all the little revelations I continue to have as I keep moving toward being the best version of myself that I can be.
It's funny how some of the "ah ha!" moments are so simple. Like that old joke about the guy that goes into his doctor's office and says, "Doc, there must be something wrong with me. When I bend my finger this way, it hurts really bad!" And the doctor replies, "Then don't bend it that way any more."
If something isn't working, if something is keeping you from success, from health, from happiness, eliminate it. Ah ha!
Yesterday, my newly health conscious colleague ate canned soup for breakfast, then freaked out after when she read the label and saw the sodium. The lightbulb went off. "Oh my gosh! I can't eat this! Wait, I already ate it! I can't eat it ever again!" We started sharing easy, from-scratch soup recipes where she could control the sodium, make it in advance, freeze small servings and still have the convenience of "ready-made" without the burden of unwanted ingredients.
Buying the processed stuff is easy. I count it as a Want. She wanted the simplicity of dropping a few containers into her cart, paying for them, popping them into her desk drawer and eating them when it was convenient. Innocent enough, right? What she didn't realize was the real cost of convenience - extra money spent, undesireable preservatives, and the heavy realization that what seemed like a healthy choice really wasn't after all. (Want also has you reading the label AFTER consumption, instead of before!)
Will, firmly nudging Want out of the picture, now has her looking at recipes and saying things like, "Ooo! This tomato one with fresh basil? Oh, and look... you can put just a tiny amount of cream in to make it velvety, but still healthy!" Will wins.
Will is a hot, fresh pot of soup, made from scratch and served with pride.
Want comes from a can.
Some nights, after the commutes, the crazy days at work, the chores, and projects that are almost always waiting for me, Want whispers things in my ear like, "Sofa. Sofa and a movie. Sofa and a movie and Grippo's Barbeque chips. Wine!" It's a vaguely sexy whisper, but pretty one dimensional.
Will reminds me that I can totally do that. I can do it every night and weigh 200 pounds again, hate myself, wonder where all those evenings went and why I don't have the life or body or health that I desire.
Will tells me to get upstairs, change clothes, walk the dog and then either ride or row or both until I sweat. The couch will be there at the end of the night. The Grippo's will not. The wine...maybe. And I'll fall alseep if I start a movie, so I know better...go to bed instead.
Want is a whiner and lacks perspective. Want butts in line and cheats on tests. Want is lazy. Want is constanly hungry. Want aims for what is easy, if anything, and makes minimal effort.
Will asserts, informs and talks reason. Will kicks people in the butt and tells them to get moving. Will is a reality check. Will insists that most of the food I need to buy lies in the parameter of the grocery and isn't imbedded in the chaos of the center aisles.
Want is neon lights, flashing brightly, temporarily blinding and distracting.
Will is that cool, steely gaze, focused intently on the horizon, way off into the distance. Will makes your heart beat stronger, your breath more steady, as you dig deeper and push harder, the finish line nearly in sight...
Let's turn up the Will and tune out the Wants!
Posted on 8/07/2013 by futuresize8
In my pre-MFP life, I had all but accepted that I was going to be overweight. Don't get me wrong - I'd think about it and be disgusted with myself, but I didn't know what to do. I felt I'd tried everything and that only the extreme would help, and that seemed unsustainable.
At least once a week, I would order Chinese food from a favorite restaurant. I would often get the same thing - home style tofu (read: fried/seared + sauce and veggies) and vegetable lo mein.
I never considered the fat or calories. It was vegetarian. It was lunch. It tasted amazing. I freaking loved ordering that meal for lunch so much that in some weeks, I'd do it twice.
Somehow, that never seemed excessive. That never seemed like a 2000 calorie meal. The last time I ordered lunch from there was December of 2011, right before I started here.
Yesterday, I was FAMISHED. I am so in the mindset of just eating until I'm no longer hungry, but not stuffing myself. I am in the routine of eating lightly at breakfast and pretty lightly at lunch and making dinner my big meal. But yesterday? I wanted FOOD and I wanted SPICE and yes...I felt like overeating (my current definition = eating more than I need to eat.)
I did what I used to do: I wrote a little poem and emailed it to my department, happily and playfully inviting others to join me in ordering Chinese and I'd coordinate the delivery and collect money.
As soon as I hit send, I was full of regret. I didn't want to go back to making this a habit!
I thought of how I planned a nice dinner for my husband to send him off before his travel. How I decided that it was a rest day so I'd have time to spend with him, and that I planned to eat lightly since I wouldn't be exercising. I thought of just how many calories I'd be eating by ordering in and how no, ordering something "healthful" wasn't going to satisfy this craving that up until now, seemed really worth indulging.
I collected orders and money from people, kicking myself and wondering if it would look strange for me to coordinate lunch but not actually order anything for myself...would anyone notice that? Yeah, they would.
And then the most miraculous thing happened: no one at the restaurant answered the phone. The restaurant wasn't receiving faxes. The restaurant, for whatever random reason, was closed during its normal business hours.
Did I look too happy when I told my co-workers, "Sorry! They're not open today! But it's still early enough for you to make other plans," as I returned their money?
Maybe. But I don't care. I almost did something that the pre-MFP me would have done without thinking. And thankfully, the Forces in the Universe weren't having it.
I almost sabotaged myself. I almost did it.
You might be saying, "Oh, FS8, it's one meal. If you'd eaten it, big deal. You could have exercised. You could have felt like crap afterward and that would have been a deterrent to keep you from doing it again. You could have called it a spike day and enjoyed it."
All of that is true. In fact, I've maybe said similar things to you when you've lamented the jelly donut or the bag of chips you couldn't stop eating.
But I know me. For me, this was me dipping a toe into the dark sea of old, bad habits and that is something I've done too many times in my life. Granted, I've never been committed to a health strategy for 550+ days before, but still. This is me. I
am was really good at failing.
But not anymore.
I believe if you ask for a sign and you get it, you darn well better take heed. Discipline is good for me.
I'm not going to fail. It's time to push harder.
Posted on 7/23/2013 by futuresize8
This is about Your Body. Your Life.
Whatever you believe spiritually, you were given this One Body. This One Life.
And you might not want to hear this, but you're responsible for it.
"NO!" you exclaim. "There are horrible things going on with me right now! I don't have time to fool with exercising or counting calories! I don't have time to cook."
"I will take action later. I'm too stressed."
"Right now, I totally don't care."
"I'm out of ideas."
Oh, please! This is you we're talking about. You who had an awakening and came here, looking for tools, answers, solutions and support. You who have had some success getting healthy...maybe not all you want, but you're doing it.
Maybe you stopped for a moment. But you're still here. So start again, now.
Some of my most amazing friends have been sharing some pretty bleak things and it occurs to me that maybe my Life has taught me things worth sharing.
The one Universal Truth I have learned (the hard way) is: You're in charge.
And while you might initially shudder at the thought that you are the one who is responsible for your success or failure in Life and in Health, shake that shiver off and realize that it's really the most empowering truth you've got.
Circumstances can be draining. People can be wicked. Luck can dwindle away to nothing. Money can be lost as easily as it can be made. Relationships can falter and even end (and sometimes, they really should...)
Pick yourself up.
Decide what you want.
Ask for help if you need it.
But never, ever despair. We were not put on this planet to be complacent. We were not put here to be sad or to suffer. We were put here to thrive and delight and do good.
There are opportunities all around you.
The best thing I ever did when I was at my darkest was to think of someone in my life who needed love and support and help more than I did, and then I'd deliver.
Sometimes the recipient was the elderly woman next door who had mega bad health problems and no money, not even for prescriptions she needed to live. She was also totally alone. A couple tomatoes and cucumbers from my parents' garden, a special portion of a meal I'd prepared extra for her, or just a half hour of my time sitting and listening? Pure gold.
Sometimes it was sewing something for someone at work to celebrate a special occasion, or a simple post it note with "You Rock!" placed on the desk of someone deserving who was having a day worse than mine.
Sometimes it was staying an extra fifteen minutes or so at the nursing home where my grandma lived to visit with the other residents who never got visitors.
If you feel defeated, go ahead and cry. Bitch, fuss, freak out. Vent. Kick the crap out of a sofa cushion. Go running like a crazy person out your back door until you find yourself a mile away, then run back.
Then make a plan. Count your blessings. Do something good for someone else.
And then get back to the business of being the best You.
In this One Remarkable Life that You OWN.
Posted on 7/09/2013 by futuresize8
I have a sister.
She is three years older than me, lives states away, is remarkably attractive and I haven't seen her in two years.
We aren't super close for a lot of reasons, but sometimes, when she makes the effort, I embrace it. (You may wonder why I don't make more of an effort. I have. I learned! And I also accept that some people are just different from us, even when they're related to us.)
My sister is very, very thin. She has three children - something that I've seen really change the metabolism of some women - and is still a size 2.
There were times when I've thought she was unhealthily thin, and probably closer to a size 0. I did reach out to her about this...kind of hard to do considering I was plenty overweight at the time. I was careful to explain that this wasn't jealousy speaking...it was sincere concern. Thankfully, she understood where my worries were coming from and she actually appreciated that I took the time to address it. It was like she'd been waiting for someone to notice, to say something. I don't know if I contributed to it, but the next time I saw her, she looked much better, like she'd gained five pounds or so. Still very, very thin, but healthier.
The last time I saw her, I was close to my starting weight.
I will see her, and her whole family, on Friday.
And, I shouldn't give a damn about what anyone thinks, right? But there is that geeky little sister in me who cares about her big sister's opinon.
She may say nothing, even if she thinks I look healthier, if she is in a mood. She may compliment me, even if she doesn't think I look "that different." Or, she may excitedly exclaim, "Oh my gosh! You've lost weight!"
You never really know what you're gonna get with her.
But appearances are a pretty big deal in my family, and being overweight is regarded as a sign of failure. I can't tell you how many times someone has volunteered, "But you used to be so THIN!" in a tone that really says, "What the hell happened to you?!" Did I mention that not holding back one's opinion may be a genetic defect? Because my family - yeow! This is one trait I'm glad I don't have!
Between now and Friday, I need to quit thinking of how I look and get my mind to a place of only looking forward to this very rare occasion to see my sister, brother-in-law, nephews and niece.
I need to think of how fun it will be for my husband to have another sports addict to talk with - my brother-in-law is a SUPER sports fan!
I must remember what it's like to hug these kids and think of things that children 8-11 like, so I can pick up a goody or two for them.
I should consider all the other things I can talk to my sister about that have NOTHING to do with looks. Her kids. Their summer. Home redecorating and DIY projects. The weather.
I'm praying for the strength to let who I am on the inside shine through, and not let what I wish I was on the outside overshadow all the things I'm so thankful for and proud of...
I need to get my head out of my fat!
Posted on 6/26/2013 by futuresize8
It is day 525.
Five hundred and twenty five days of honestly logging every single thing I eat and drink.
Five hundred and twenty five days of being aware.
Five hundred and twenty five days of joyfully giving support to you and gratefully receiving it from you in return.
I can ride my exercise bike for an hour or more with energy left over.
I now have a rowing machine and I’m up to a half hour on it already, medium tension, and it’s been less than a week.
I’m down two pant sizes.
I am stronger. I am smarter.
Occasionally, I see a reflection in the mirror that doesn’t freak me out…I see potential now.
But…I’ve still got a serious change to make.
I’ve flirted with it. I’ve talked about it. I’ve considered it.
I’ve consulted with a trusted few here who I know won’t judge me…you know who you are and I am so very thankful for you!
A few others have reached out as I’ve contemplated this change. When a perfect stranger contacts you to offer a personal story and support, it’s moving to say the least. I admire that courage and openness more than I can express.
I even said that I was going to make this change a number of months ago. Usually if I say it, it’s done. I can say that I didn’t lie to myself. I cut back…that is what I wanted to do.
But I didn’t go as far as I can. And now I want to.
There may be people who read this and say, “You can still drink alcohol – even every day – if you work it into your calories! You can do this and be successful.” And to those people I say, “Perhaps you can. Good!" And maybe some people can. But I’ve tried to lose the weight and be all that I can be for over a year and for me, it appears that isn't working.
I’m stuck at 30 pounds lost. I have 20 more to go before I reach my original goal. A goal I started working toward more than 525 days ago.
If you’re doing 96% of everything correctly and still not achieving your goals, it’s time to look at just how significant that four percent is.
I look at how long I’ve struggled with my weight – all of my adult life – and I’m going to feel like a total idiot if what I’ve been doing wrong is drinking socially.
That a glass of wine or two at night while I’m doing the housework is holding me back.
That it’s more than calories, but the chemical reaction, the impact on my metabolism, that is making me bigger than I should be. That it doesn’t matter if I measure it and log it.
That for me, even moderate drinking appears to be sabotaging all of the good that I’m doing, all of that hard work.
And that if it’s not a problem – and I’m certain that it is not – it should be easy for me to give up. It's just time to find other ways to relax, unwind and blow off steam.
I’ve boasted that I’m thankful that I don’t like cake, fast food or junk food. But if I am honest with myself right now, vodka is my chocolate. Pinot grigio is my cake.
And it’s time, today, to make a drink an occasional treat, not a daily indulgence, even if I count it.
So, there it is. Today might be day 525, but it is really Day One.
My first day of getting super serious about what I want and deserve.
I'm doing it.
Posted on 6/10/2013 by futuresize8
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