The best part of the day...

Ok, the miracles never cease....I actually got up for the gym on both weekend days! What the heck?! I'm almost feeling like I WANT to go to the gym. Thank you Lord!!!

Ok, I had a real cool thought that I wanted to share. I have been thinking how great this morning gym thing was but I didn't pinpoint the best part until the other day. This is the biggest payoff: I go through my day liking myself. Simple but so profound.

Most days I would go through the day feeling mildly guilty for putting food in my mouth and for the "impure thoughts" I had about exercise and the gym in general. It would be a daily mental battle to pscyh myself up to go to the gym after work, despite the other demands on my time. And if I didn't go, I would feel like a slug for the rest of the day and the day following.

Now, see if you can follow me here because it's so huge...I like myself and I can give myself a break during the day. If I see someone thinner I just say "Well thank goodness I worked out today. I'm well on my way to looking like that." It's turned a negative into a major positive. Every day at work begins with me already being victorious - I've drank (drunk/drinked/etc.) at least 1/2 the required water for the day, stretched, and burned a few hundred calories, not to mention the emotional victory of just getting out of bed at that icky hour.

Bottom line - I spend the day feeling great about what I've accomplished instead of in a guilty fight with myself. IT FEELS GREAT to get that out of my brain. In the past two weeks, I haven't WORRIED ABOUT MY WEIGHT. It's slowly getting under control.

Whew...I'm glad I finally got that down here. It was so profound for me. Imagine...spending more mental energy feeling good about yourself instead of tearing yourself down. It really makes the days brighter. It's hard to explain but I hope I've done it justice.

Ok, now back to the real. Do not under any circumstances allow teenagers you're supervising order scicillian (how the heck to you spell that?) pizza. God or no God, there's really no defense against double cheese and a thick crust. Trust me on that.