So, today, four people on different occasions said I looked skinny.
And I woke up this morning feeling like "Oh, I look skinny today"--which is interesting. Did my attitude affect the way I looked? Did they way I look affect my attitude? Both? Probs.
I put on a pair of pants I've actually never been able to wear comfortably since I bought them. Now they are loose-ish. I put on a tshirt that fits fantasically which used to hug my spare tire (that belly roll above the waist).
I felt smaller when I walked into work today. And four people all said I looked smaller.
Just a great feeling, man.
I have to celebrate ALL these little things. Fitting into a pair of pants, getting compliments, figuring out how to make great healthy pizza, a month of veganism. All this stuff, all these little victories along the way should be celebrated. Because the ultimate GOAL--it might not ever get reached. Heck, I might not even really have a goal in sight except to be healthy and to look better. And I can always be healthier. And I can always look better. So what good would it be if I just looked toward that all the time and didn't take time to appreciate my successes along the way. That's no fun way to live.
I want to live FUN.
Last day of work tomorrow. Sunday I leave for Austin. Oh, man. That's something to celebrate.
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