Mood: celebratory
Now Playing: Summer of '69 -- Bryan Adams
I had a birthday yesterday. Not just any birthday. THE birthday of all birthdays. And I celebrated quietly. I am now officially 30, the age I've been claiming to be for months now. And I'm way out of shape. This last bit of information is by no means breaking news. My birthday motivated me to do something about it. I went jogging. A block into it, I was rather winded. Another block, and I slowed to a brisk walk. I went a mile like that, two blocks of puffing along to every block of walking. It was eye-opening, and when I was done, I felt exhausted but fabulous and oh-so-proud.
I've set myself a few goals. I'm hoping to lose twenty pounds before Christmas. I'll settle for less, but I can't think like that. You see, anyone who really knows me knows that I am extremely hard on myself. I'm my own toughest critic. I see myself as much fatter than I am. This was proven to me two days ago when I saw a television show on the hardhips of being fat, and one of the girls got down to her bra and panties, and I thought, "She's not even that fat." And then I learned she's shorter and heavier than I am. What a shock! So I stripped and looked at myself for a while...and I thought about my weight/appearance goal in respect to where I am now and where I once was...and I realized maybe I'm not doing so bad.
But I still want to change. It's become a complex process now. It's about weight and appearance and overall health and emotional well-being. Without each component, I'll lose the battle. And that's just not going to happen.