I've got an extra 30 pounds on me and today I felt skinny for the first time in my life. It was a good feeling. I didn't think about eating. I didn't wonder in between meals what I would eat next. I actually got hungry. I only ate what I needed and then I stopped. I'm learning something about myself today that I didn't realize. I'm happiest when I'm productive.
Today I dragged my lazy self out of bed and got on the treadmill. It was only 20 minutes, but it was 20 minutes I didn't do yesterday, or the day before. It energized me and motivated me to start cleaning out some computer files and organize the vast collection of CD's I've been putting off for months. We came up with ideas to keep heat out of our front room and entryway. That took quite a bit of time. The day ended with a trip to Tang Soo for blocks, punches, and forms.
I felt skinny today. I've decided that maybe I'm confusing skinny for productive. The feeling I've been having lately is laziness and contempt for the complacency I've demonstrated. The rest will go on the Feral Christianity Blog. It's nice to finally head to bed feeling full. Full of life, full of contentment, full of peace. The exercising didn't do it, the discipline did.
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