Dear Diary,
I’m starting to realize what a psychological battle this whole fitness goal is. There’s a saying that “age is a state of mind.” I wish fat were that way… you know, “fat is a state of mind.” Maybe I’ll start using that phrase. Surely it will catch on. Today I feel like “fat is a state of mine.” I refuse to be defeated by attitude though. If I’m going down, it will be under the oppression of donuts and cake, not a self-pitying attitude. I think I will set goals each week, starting now. This week’s goal- lose at least three pounds in the next seven days. A lofty goal considering PMS is just around the corner and my body will soon go into camel-like behaviors of water retention. I think I can do it though. Of course, this probably means I’ll need to exercise this week. Sometimes I think this fitness goal requires too much of me.
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