I find it ironic that when we are at our lowest point. When we feel huge, unhealthy, unattractive, completely out of shape and utterly miserable. When we feel that we have no hope left, when we just can't live another day as the person that we've become, that is the moment that we need to reach down inside ourselves and find the strength that we never knew was there.
It is at that point in our lives, when we are burdened down by this incredible feeling of hopelessness, that we must love ourselves enough to save our own lives.
That is where I am at now. Don't get me wrong, I'm not throwing myself off a building or anything. But I am completely discouraged at what has become of my body, and my spirit. Because lets face it, the two are intertwined. And we must reach down deep inside ourselves and find the courage to become that person that we know we can be. That amazing person inside of us that is longing to be set free.
She's down there. I know she is. I see her sometimes when I accomplish something I didn't think I could do. When I learn something new that I hadn't dare try before. But I want to be her. I want to be her so bad I can taste it. I can do this. I was meant to do this. This is my struggle in life, and I WILL overcome it.
Now I've got to go put some action (exercise) behind my words. Have a great weekend everyone!