Impossible is a typoRunning my pants off and loving myself along the way

I’ve gained weight. 14 pounds. That’s what’s so. There’s no judgement in that. That’s just reality. What’s so is I was sick, then sick and tired. Then I got into this space of not caring, of wanting to binge on junk and I did that. And that is completely out of whack with who I am. I’m not really a mopey whiney little girl but I guess I had to visit the Land of Woe is Me for a little while.

So how did I get here? I’ve been playing this game that I deserve to cheat the system, that I don’t need to count the points of the handful of Fritos I just downed. That I’m dissatisfied with my job so its ok to eat my way through it. That I don’t need to work out. That I’ll start again tomorrow.

Well tomorrow is here.

I’ve become very clear in the past few days that what I’m committed to is having an awesome life. I’m committed to me being awesome. And it doesn’t work when I get all funky in the present. The present is so fleeting. See? The preset, just now, became the past and you got a little bit of tomorrow. Hm I think this is another post.

So today, right now, in this moment, I’m committed to living that tomorrow.