Yeah, don’t I wish!
No, the only way I’ll ever have long legs is in my shadow!
I’m not ever going to be happy with the way my body looks. Not ever. I’m short and squat. Just the opposite of what I’d like to be.
But I’m through complaining about it.
It is what it is, and I’m going to make peace with it. I’m going to do the best I can to get it healthy and whip into the best shape it’s going to allow. And then somehow I’m going to forgive it for being less than I wish it was and somehow learn to love it, in spite of it’s imperfections.
I’m off to a good start. I have 5 days of sticking to both my eating plan and my exercise program under my belt, and all kinds of resolve.
This is not a diet, something that I’ll be done with eventually, then go back to how I was eating before. I think I have finally accepted that I need to eat to live, not live to eat. AND whether I like it or, me and exercise are going to be buddies.
Maybe being able to wear REALLY cute clothes will make the rest worthwhile!