Tonight...

I feel fat, heavy, repulsive. Actually, I've been feeling heavy for the past couple of months. I've been eating like there was no tomorrow, as if the world was coming to an end. Therefore, the weight is coming back. Coming back with a vengeance.

Sigh.

I need to pull myself together and do something about this. Two months without a proper workout and/or a good diet isn't acceptable. Every part of my body is affected. My thighs, my legs, my stomach, my cheeks... Soon, my pants will no longer fit. The buttons of my shirts will fail to fasten.

I can't let this happen. I can't let myself go this way. I've worked hard to maintain a routine and lose some weight. It will stink to have done all that work in vain.

Tomorrow, I weigh myself.

Tomorrow, I start fresh.

Missing out on greatness?

I accomplished something great the other night: I worked out. (^_^) It has been two months since I've moved my body properly or have attempted to pump my heart and increase my blood flow. I had mixed emotions when my sister (Big Sis*) asked me to join her for an hour of walking and jogging. At first, I didn't want to because I didn't feel like doing any type of work. That's what happens when you go a while without working out; it's harder to get back into it. I ended up power walking for four miles. It felt really good on my thighs and the weather was perfect outside. The following days, it was my butt that was hurting. It's the good type of pain.

I can't wait to get back into running so that my body can be alive again. I used to be able to climb stairs as if I was walking on flat land; however, the other day, I found myself breathing hard when I reached the top of the stairs. Seeing the slowness with which I was going up, you would've thought I was some old lady with knee problems.

That's still not the reason why I wish to move more. Truth is, I've been told that you have much better sex when you're healthy. Well, at least the likelihood of you having good sex is higher than that of a lazy person.
My mother confirmed it. 

Better

Greater

Sweeter

Coming from a woman who's been with the same man for 30 years, I have to say: I believe her. Now, as it is with most things in life, the major problem isn't believing but doing the work.

Hum, how bad do I want the best, greatest, sweetest? 
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*Names have been changed to protect identity and avoid retaliation. Any resemblance to you, anyone you know or think you know is purely coincidental. Or not.