Last night, I ate a sundae for dessert. The sundae wasn’t even that tasty. It was sweet. Variations of cold and sticky and sweet melting together in a bowl. Fresh banana topped with a scoop of black cherry, creme de menthe, and mint cookies and cream ice cream. I drizzled a little marshmallow topping, a squirt of Hershey’s chocolate syrup, sprinkled it with some wet walnuts and finished it with a dollop of Cool Whip. The only thing missing was the cherry.
Today, I am filled with regret.
Instead of living the healthy, active life that I admire other people living, I am the definition of sloth and gluttony. I fill myself with junk. Weighed down by the excess, I can’t get myself moving.
In my fantasy world,
I am the girl that wakes up just after the sun rises.
I power walk for an hour, powered by the thought of how great my legs will look in that new mini.
I spend an hour at Pilates. My body is firm and strong.
I eat real oatmeal, topped with granola and apples, for breakfast. No high fructose starts for me.
I unwind with yoga and let my tensions float off into space.
I need a change. An intervention. I feel like no matter what I do, all the cardio and weight in the world won’t create change. I feel like I am destined to be a big girl perpetually.
I need motivation. I need results. I need a good pep talk, people!
Now, it’s your turn…
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