I was tired of being unhappy with the mirror.
excuses weren't helping me.
fitting into my clothes felt better than eating pizza.
I take impeccable care of my children and that I deserve the same treatment.
I hated feeling invisible.
I hated feeling tired.
success isn't just for "other" people.
my children would be just fine if I took an hour or so to workout.
I was tired of the preoccupation with my weight.
I didn't like feeling out of shape even though I worked out.
if I took the time I spent worrying about my body, and put it towards smarter workouts, I'd probably make better progress.
mediocre wasn't good enough.
this time I was going to go forward and I wasn't going back.
I was tired of trying to figure out what to eat every day.
I would find out exactly what the equipment at my gym was for.
smaller clothes looked better on me.
I didn't like the shape of my butt and I wanted to change it.
scales are bad and I wouldn't measure my worth by it's number.
to change my body I had to change how I talked to myself.
I would embrace the notion that I had to eat to make gains.
carbs were not the enemy and were not the reason for my layer...I was.
I was the boss of food, not the other way around.
I could do it.
I was worth it.
I did it... so can you.