A Little Pick Me Up

I was talking to someone the other day about my weight, and how insecure I am about my body. Going from a size 10 to a size 16 has taken a toll on not just my physical health by my psyche as well. Anyway, their response to me was, "So what are you going to do about it?" I could not do anything but give them a "don't judge me" smirk. However, they were right. What am I going to do about it? So far, it seems like nothing but talk about it. I mean hello look at this blog. This blog demonstrates my lack of dedication. I am not ashamed to admit it – I lack dedication.

Some days I am all in, and push myself well beyond my limits. Other days, I am like forget about it. Fortunately having my niece in the house with me this summer has helped a lot. She has shown a tremendous amount of dedication, and unknowingly gives me that extra ump on my “forget about it” days. But, I know that I have to get to a place where I can do it on my own.

On the brighter side, let me tell you this… Tonight was the first time I jogged in a very long time. Granted I did not go far, but it felt so good. I never in my life said jogging felt good. There was something about tonight that felt so liberating. I do not know if it was the cool breeze, Kevin Gates blasting in my ear, or if it was just a release of built up tension. Whatever it was I must have more.

Singing…"I was tryna get it how I live. I want them dead presidents. I wanna pull up, head spent. Get it, get fly. I got six jobs, I don’t get tired." - Kevin Gates