I’m choosing to eat healthy. I’m choosing to exercise. I’m choosing to be picky with what I put in my body. I’m choosing to eat out less. I’m choosing to drink more water.
Please stop asking me how my diet is going…
It’s not a phase. It’s not magic. There are no pills involved. I’ve never wrapped my body or detoxed with syrup & Cayenne pepper. A “quick ten pounds” is not my objective.
“Great things are not done by impulse but by a series of small things brought together” -Vincent Van Gogh
If I choose to eat a candy bar tomorrow… nothing changes. I didn’t fail. I’m not going to gain 5lbs. I am able to pick up – right where I left off.
If I’m being honest – I haven’t exercised since last Friday. One week ago. And ya know what…? That’s Okay. I’m not ashamed. The choices I make are mine. My body. My rules.
“Respect your efforts, respect yourself. Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both firmly under your belt, that’s real power.” -Clint Eastwood
I am not a number on a scale, or a pant size. My stomach is not flat & certainly not toned – but I’m happy with healthy choices. I feel strong. I feel happy.
Stop calling it a diet.