Such a cool day!
Yesterday was so fun. I woke up feeling energized and happy, as if something big was going to happen. I was thinking it might be the day I get the job I've been hoping for. I saw a number I liked on the scale. I accomplished my 50th blog on The Big Fat Hurt. Life was just perfect. My entire body was humming, the way you feel after a great meal. My circuit workout thouroughly kicked my butt, and when I was finished, I felt so good about the effert I exerted that I looked in the mirror and told myself, "You're one strong mutha'", which made me laugh. After circuits, I went for a walk outside for cardio. It was in the high 40's and misting, and it felt like spring, which only heightened my already soaring spirits. On my walk, I encountered not one but two attractive men out walking (one of them had a beautiful dog) and exchanged hellos with each of them. I felt like the world was coming toward me because, for the first time ever, I was open to it. That sounds like the book The Secret, which I read in a totally cynical mindset, but now I am thinking there might be something to that theory. I can't expect people to want to be around me, if I am trying to shut the world out. Once I open myself up, it allows the light in.
When I got home from my half hour cardio session, my lungs were hurting, but I wasn't feeling anything else but GOOD. I went to the mirror to see if I looked as happy as I felt. I did. It doesn't translate well in the photos, but it's there, the twinkle in my eye. When I looked back at the photos, I couldn't believe what I saw. I look at myself in the mirror all the time, but the photos really stunned me. Do my neck and shoulders really look like that? I haven't seen my body as anything but obese in so long, that the photos looked wrong to me. Afterwards I put on a former tight-fitting shirt and it hung off me like a maternity top. Guess it's true. And the best part about it is, I'm not even done.
A few years ago, when I was trying to lose weight on my own, through sheer willpower, I made myself a journal of sorts, mostly photos of women whose physiques inspire me, cut from Oxygen magazine. Around the photos I would write famous quotes or make up phrases of my own, to help inspire me. One of my favorites was a photo of a fitness model, nice and muscular, lifting a weight with such power and determination. Below the photo I put my own words: I've got MORE in me! And sometimes, when I am lifting to failure and I think I am almost at that point, I say that phrase to myself and helps push me beyond my comfort zone. For every person who assumed I was weak, lazy, and would never be able to stick to something healthy, and to all my self-neglect and abuse, I had found a phrase that helped me dig deep and find out my own true grit. Beginning a journey to health begins with, and needs to be continually renewed by, your mind.
What's your favorite phrase?
Yesterday was awesome, and today is shaping up to be a repeat. Hope you all have an awesome day as well!