It’s Not A Diet

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.


Hump Day Humor #11

This week…I have jumped back onto my fitness train.

[Choo Choooo – I’m so hungry]

A while back I actually gave some friendly tips on how to gain excess weight……..if that’s what you want. I’m pretty darn good at it; some may even call me an expert.

Seeing how it’s not my expertise (yet), working out regularly & tracking my grub has me feeling some mixed emotions.

Here they are.
Real Talk.
…stress eating – it happens to the best of us.
If only it were that easy. …….Wait…… Was that weird?
Story of my life.
That’s totally acceptable, right?
It’s a sad realization to be told…
Goodness – This post wouldn’t even exist if bitching burned calories. Who would give a flying … duck about fitness?

We made it to another Wednesday… Congratulations.