|This is not my actual car, but it looks like it. 1991 Plymouth Sundance.|
I had friends who were given cars. I was a little jealous at first, but you know what? My car was even more awesome because I had to *WORK FOR IT*.
I was thinking about this a little today and how it applies to weight loss. I know women personally who have babies, and then in a month, they're back in their old jeans. I don't know if they do anything specific, but it seems (from my point of view) really effortless. I, however, had to kill it, constantly, both times I had kids.
Yeah, I'm jealous of those skinny girls- but I'm proud of myself, because I had to *WORK FOR IT*. It doesn't come easy. I have to watch what I eat CONSTANTLY. I swear (and this is only a slight exaggeration), all it takes is a couple of slices of pizza and some chocolate, and I'm up 5 pounds.
I work out like a crazy person. Yes, I love working out... most of the time (That's another post). But I do it, even when I don't feel like it. And I'm proud of the results.
|Loving my arms right now.|
|I'm very proud of my triceps.. and the baby in the bathtub.|
When I was a kid, I could not run. I had asthma. When I had to run in P.E. I got this weird cough that sounded like a dying duck, and all the kids would make fun of me. When I grew up, I wanted to start running. I tried and quit SO MANY TIMES. I'm still not anything resembling speedy... but I have gotten good at running. And, it's never been easy. I had to (say it with me): *WORK FOR IT*.
So I guess this is an encouragement for all those folks out there who feel like *nothing* comes easy. Just remember- the *easy* things aren't as meaningful as those things you've *WORKED FOR*!
What's something you've had to work for that makes you incredibly proud? It doesn't have to be fitness related...