At some point in my relatively recent past (AKA, the shower after Zumba class today), it occurred to me that the absolute best decisions that I've ever made in my lifetime have been the fearless ones. This probably doesn't come as a surprise to many over-achievers out there, but the angels sang and the light in the Pacific Northwest got a tiny bit brighter today as I scrub-a-dub-dubbed my way into my first epiphany in some time.
The light went out a few years ago. Got knocked up, got chubbier, produced aforementioned heir to my dynasty and then went into one of those deep, dark places for a while. It didn't happen all at once, of course, but it happened. The Baby Blues is something a lot of must-reads mention as lasting for a few weeks, but about the time mine had stuck around for 2 1/2 years, I decided to get some help.
The candle has been flickering for a little while now and thanks to a super fabulous therapist, there's something of a reliable flame now. So I woke up, shook off the cobwebs and realized... I get a chance to rewrite my story. I get a chance every single day that I wake up, breathe and kiss my son to change it all.
So here goes...
My mission: To Shake It Off. Literally and figuratively. Get rid of the bull-shit, the ugly feelings of self-loathing, the negative attitude about my body/my wrinkles/my stretchmarks/my missed appointments/my messy house/my Type A neuroses. Leave that garbage behind and take IT all back.
This girl needs a make-over and it's not just a Carson Kressley situation.
And I'm going to shake my ass and move my body to get fit and healthy... All over.
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