This week has been a great week for me, having nothing to do with the bathroom scale or the fit of my tight clothes or my food choices (all of which I continue to ignore and are no different than my last blog entry). And yet, because I feel on top of everything (else), my extra 20 stupid, mid-life pounds seem so trivial. Who cares?! Life is great, I'm healthy, I'm able, work is great, home is super, Winter is in its death throes, windows are open...
What's up with this mood? I'm afraid to overanalyze, it really doesn't matter. My ever-changing hormones could be the culprit. Who cares?! The whiff of Spring in the air? Could be. Whatever the reason for this jolt of optimism and confidence, I am grateful. I feel a little younger, a little more buoyant and yes, even a little prettier.
But I must be careful, yes. I must harness this feeling for Good, not Evil. I must not remain blinded to the benefits of healthy food/life choices... unless I want these piddly little stupid annoying 20 lbs to turn into 30 ... 40 ... 50 ... I won't temper this mood, hell no. But with this power comes great responsibility. To myself.
With confidence, I will strap on my sneakers instead of a food bag. With confidence I will not beat myself up. With confidence I will keep this as low-key as possible because seriously: what's more annoying than a coworker/friend/wife who has nothing to complain about?!
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