As I laid my head on my pillow last night, eager to drift off, there was an excitement in mind.
I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Nothing extraordinary had happened to me yesterday. Well, I did manage to load up the season finale of Gossip Girl on my computer and watch it from an extremely hot bath (I am not kidding when I say my legs have been killing me since that stupid hike on Sunday). But I wouldn’t consider that extroridnary, more just a guilty pleasure.
As I searched my mind for the answer, I landed on the word satisfaction. I was going to bed satisfied and suddenly proud. I am two and a half weeks in and I haven’t strayed. There has been no cheating, there has been no justifying. Just one foot in front of the other. Eat what you are supposed to and all will be well.Strangely, the cynic in me is beginning to believe it.
It’s as though my mind and body got together and reached an agreement. If my mind makes the right food choices, my body will make sure it does the rest and my bones seem to be tingling with excitement. I know it sounds cheesey, but it has been a long time since I have been this consistent on a program and it feels good.
Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps.
What are you doing to make yourself feel better today?