I have often envisioned my physical self as being more fit and firm than it was. I’ve flirted with real change to my lifestyle and diet ever since I got married. Always trying to get back to my premarital physique.
I asked the Lord to grant me legs that look like so and so’s, a butt that looks like this person’s, and arms that look like they have seen a dumbbell. I don’t know so and so or this person personally. It’s just people I see in passing whom I admire their fitness.
Today, after a year and four months of purposeful fitness and four months of dietary self-control, that I have seen the light.
My legs look shapely. Sadly, I still have no butt. My arms look like I dabbel in dumbbells. Fully clothed, and while I am standing up, my stomach is flat.
I am there.
I am in that place where I have once again found the balance between exercise and diet for me. It was a long time coming. It was hard work. But to be able to look at myself in the mirror and see me the way I remember seeing me ten years ago (minus the stretch marks) is PRICELESS!
I know I sound cliché. I certainly wanted a 90 day turnaround but that is not how it happened. But I am certainly glad it’s here!