I have come to realize that I enjoy sweating from working out or any other physical activity... not so much from 122 degree heat in the California desert. I like the fact that my legs are a bit wobbly after the torturer has finished a leg intensive session.
Of course I also like the fact that none of my clothes, save the three shirts I bought this weekend, fit right anymore. Yes, it is a pain in my ass, but at least they are fallign off and not cutting me in half.
When I hit the 50 pounds lost mark I am treating myself to a new piece of artwork. One that shall go on my person. I know what I want and have wanted it for years. There is a lot of not so nice shit going on in my life right now and I have to remember to take the high road (and no, I am not going to post a damn thing about it here). I have to remember that I am ultimately to be judged not by my personal possessions, wealth or how many friends I have in life, but by how I treated others. That is why I am getting the Judgement of Osiris/The Weighing of the Heart somewhere on my person.
Posted at 05:56 pm by Zombie
File under: Because I can, Shrinking