My tummy and I have a love/hate relationship. Okay… it’s mostly hate on my part while my tummy feels no way in particular about the rest of me. My tummy’s just chillin’ in the middle of my body, and I am constantly trying to find ways to cover it. My tummy just looks up at me like I’m crazy when I try to suck it in, like, “where exactly do you think we’re going?” I sigh, and my tummy continues to chill as if all is well in the world.

But I have news for you, you… you… you STOMACH, you! Your days of flabby existence are NUMBERED, buddy!

My office mate looked at me this morning and asked me if I was smaller. Her exact words were, “lookitchoo, gettin’ all SKINNAY!” (She’s from the South.)

I looked down at my tummy and smirked.

You never see… wait, let me rephrase… I never see change in me before others see it. If someone says I look like I’m losing weight, I usually stare at them like a deer in headlights. Before I have the sense to say “thank you”, a million things go through my head. First and foremost, “…have you been drinking?”

*pause*

I did say that I was going to take it easy on myself, though. I am truly my harshest critic, and I have sworn to flow through this process with more grace about my changes. So I did thank her, and then I took a swig of my water. I’m not going to overthink or critique her statement… I’m just going to keep moving forward on my plan and watch my tummy get whipped into submission.

Today’s Inspirational Quote
You want to set a goal that is big enough that, in the process of acheiving it, you become someone worth becoming. – Jim Rohn

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