My feelings of liberation on treadmill and Warrior 1 --- as I actually *lost* the Freshman 15 --- were soon the justification for my existence: fail to do these and your mate will no longer love you. Whenever I feel the joy of my lungs taking a hard earned breath and my heart happily racing, and recently, my fists crashing leather on leather and shins landing right, or even long ago, my forehand being flat but formidable, its eventually nullified by that one soap box family member who demands I do it at least 6 times a week; never once considering that perhaps I dont need it to validate my existence. Why did I ever throw an expensive racket onto concrete? Cuz if its not fun, its nothing. Make life a celebration, always. Not an obligation. We have enough of those. Big confession: serious talk: Size 2 with bis tris and slim thighs feels just as inadequate as Size 10 with no muscle tone. Be careful of to whom you listen and who drills into your mind what is real and what is not. Just because you workout precisely when you need to. What does any former fat kid know about YOUR experience? I only ever want to feel amazing and strong and have fun. And that is in everything.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 06:45:33 +0000
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