Well day one at my sister's. It's so weird that tomorrow I won't be dragging myself to micro lab or trying to stay awake through Public Policy. Hmf. I know that wanting to get better is the first step in getting better...but it all seems so far away. I have SO much to jump over it's sort of overwhelming. I wish I could just go back to my old self...
I was thinking about it this morning, and the last time I was REALLY happy was senior year of high school (I'm now a junior in college). What is the difference between now and then? I think it's this: I didn't own a scale. I exercised when I felt like it. I didn't over think what I was eating. I ate what I wanted, when I wanted and stopped when I was full. Sounds so simple right?! RIGHT!? Why can't it be this simple? I want this girl back. Sure I wasn't super skinny...in fact, with gaining weight over break I am probably close to this size again. And I don't hate it. (I don't love it, it's going to take time). But here's the thing - I may be this size and I may be eating...but it's not easy. I am eating, but it's with hatred and discomfort and stress. Just wish I could be that girl in the photos again. So my stay at my sisters is going to be titled "Operation: Back to Beautiful".
I've realized feeling beautiful has really absolutely nothing to do with the way you look. 15 pounds lighter than I am now..I was absolutely miserable. So what's the secret? It's what you THINK on a daily basis. How you treat yourself. Time to do some serious work on the thoughts that fly through my head on a daily basis.
OK...now on to some more interesting stuff -----------------
- 60 minutes on the arch trainer
- 15 minutes abs
- 10 minute cool down run @ an easy 7.0 mph
Today's work out flew by...I was jamming to a great playlist and watching Ellen. I love Ellen...anyone else out there? She makes my workouts on the treadmill/elliptical/arch trainer go much faster. I don't see how any of you can get on a treadmill without music/tv/something to read. I would rather watch paint dry or stab myself in the eyeballs. Seriously.
Alright I've done enough jumping around/rambling that I will leave you with this:
“Love After Love”
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the others welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.