Let’s just say I think I hit the wall last night. In that, each night for the past week I have been keeping a gratitude journal. After reading part of ‘The Secret’ and starting up my other blog: wordspixelated, I realised that life is too hard when it’s always through a negative view finder.
Thus, last night I did two things (warning: I didn’t become a primary school teacher, because I knew I would have the ugliest backboards ever and terrible drawing skills).
1. I drew what I wanted to feel like crossing the finish line of my 1/2 marathon.
2. I wrote down all of the things which I love about myself.
I cried. Here I have been HATING, LOATHING everyday waking up to my fat body. Looking in the windows as I walk down the streets trying to suck my stomach in so I could remember what it felt like to be twenty pounds thinner…when I felt on top of the world.
I have to start loving myself. My body has done amazing things: lost 100lbs, gotten me all over the world, not sick in India (thank god), gotten through sickness in Japan, and has been tolerating my horrible eating the past 2 1/2 months without dying on me.
So give yourself a hug today.
p.s. off to help a friend bake a cake for her dad–apparently she started the other one of fire last night :(, lunch w/ a friend at my FAV local resturant and then I think 1 hour power yoga and maybe a run.