The irony of life is the more we want to FORCE something….the less likely it is to happen.
[insert Alanis Morisette lyrics here]
What do I mean??
Let’s play a **CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE**
(did anyone else ever read those books???)
Wake up every morning complaining about your body. Looking in the mirror, stepping on the scale, saying unkind words. Skipping meals, then ending up in the drive-through binging on fast-food that leaves you feeling bloated. More unkind words to your body. You have NO energy and mostly feel like shit. Then you take out your negative feelings on your family. Yikes.
you wake up every morning and thank your body for keeping you alive and breathing and able to get up and accomplish the things you need to do. You treat your body to a warm cup of tea and a delicious and healthy breakfast. You skip the painful workouts you used to force yourself through in favor of peaceful walks. You notice how energizing the fresh air is to your body. You eat regular meals throughout the day, never feeling STARVING and always stop before you feel too stuffed. You know your “baby weight” isn’t keeping you from accomplishing anything (except maybe fitting in your old jeans, but just BUY SOME NEW ONES).