Does anyone else think it is odd that no matter how much we accomplish in life, sometimes our entire self-worth boils down to our weight?
I've been feeling bloated and sluggish lately, so of course it does not matter at all that I am working lots of hours at a demanding profession, helping friends with various legal matters, been traveling extensively both for work and fun, am deep into a serious relationship with a wonderful man, got a promotion, or moved twice in the last year.
Nope, what matters is that my jeans are really freaking tight! Just moved up another skirt size.
I came across a photo yesterday and felt transported back to that moment and felt the faint stirrings of the yearning to feel the way I remember feeling that day -strong, confident, healthy.
One thing that has been drilled home this past year -fitness has no end goal. There is no sense of completion, no checking a box, no finish line. You can't find it like gold coins then stick it in the closet to keep safe.
Once more, I find myself realizing that I have to make my life work for me where I am. There is no geographical solution.
So the first step is to make a plan.
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