What kind of life is that you ask? One of my goals is to run a 5K, 10K, a marathon. It may never happen but I'd at least like to be able to throw on some running shoes a few times a week and run a few miles. Honestly, I'd like to run a whole five minutes without "dying" these days. Hopefully, it will happen but today won't be that day.
I'd also like to teach yoga, specifically to people like me. I have had some pretty fantastic yoga instructors but there are rarely any "plush" people in the class. It could be the area that I live in, but I doubt it. (Yoga is actually one of my favorite classes to attend because it focuses on breathing.)
I am not saying that I do not love or appreciate myself because that is certainly not the case. I'm simply stating that I'm not the best version of me right now. I'm like Windows Vista and I could be Windows 8, for the techies. I'd like the version of me that lives on the inside to be consistent with my physical appearance.
I have explored many methods of weight loss; surgery, starvation, removing internal organs, but I don't think that any of those methods are for me. My biggest issue with surgery is that not only do you lose the ability to digest certain foods, but overindulging can make you sick. I'll pass. Life isn't fair if I can't have an occasional footlong steak and cheese from the carry out by my parent's house.
Occasionally, like once a year, not every week.
This is where I usually present some wonderful ending that sums up my opinion and possibly provides a solution to the issue at hand. Well, that won't be the case today. Even though I'm staring down the double barrel that is three decades of life in less than six months, I wasn't any more compelled to pick up my gym bag this morning. It was so much easier the third time around...
