It seems I have performed a dis-service to myself this past month. Although I knew it with each “bite”, this morning I let those dreaded scales confirm it. My mojo has been laid aside and I must get it back! I need to lose weight. Eight pounds, to be exact. Eight may not sound like a lot….but eight quickly becomes 10, and…well….you know. I just don’t know if I have it in me to do it anymore!
So if you care to listen to the voices SCREAMING inside my head this morning, here goes: I’m not a lazy person. Not really. I exercise. Every. Single. Day.
I must do more. I mow and trim our lawn all summer; weed flowerbeds, pick up dog poop, clean, iron, go for walks, chase the dogs…. but I must do more. I love snowcones and cherry cokes and pecan praline fudge. I can give up the fudge. I have been shopping for a new exercise bike to help me burn more calories. Quit shopping, Paula….BUY IT. Use it! Do more T-Tapp. Ignore your swollen knee and push through it. Maybe I should watch this season’s DVR’d Biggest Loser? While I exercise. I have a wedding to go to this weekend. Do I dare try on my dress?
Okay. I know what to do. Fitness. Counting Calories. Eating more veggies. Cut servings in half. Drink more water. I’ve been doing this stuff since I was 17 (and was first called a roly-poly). I must find that place in my head again, that will give me the determination, motivation, and needed will-power. I must lose my contentment. I need stress. I need my mojo back.
So the reason these words are here for you to read today,
if you so choose and aren’t already bored outta your mind!….is for accountability. I don’t care to share my weakness. But if it will help me gain strength, then I am willing. I hope I don’t regret this later.
So hide the brown sugar, baby……I’m gonna give this a try. Again. Anybody with me?
(and if you made it all the way to “here”….thanks so much for listening!) 😉