I have talked about it for a long time.
I’ve spent hours thinking about it.
Preparing for it.
Then backing out. I have honestly thought that I wouldn’t be able to fully dream a dream. That I wouldn’t be able to finish what I’ve started.
So I haven’t started.
I have wanted to run a race or do a tri since Dec 2010. But I’ve let the voice of doubt, the one that lives in the world of the binger, to hold me back and suppress my dreams. I get all excited, tell everyone I know, then quit. Just like I quit the gym after saying I wanted to become a fitness instructor. Just like I quit the last tri. Just like I quit the race before that.
I feel apathetic and stifled. Frustrated and annoyed.
But it’s really me. I think it’s the drama of it all. ‘It’s gonna be TOO hard to do because of ______________’
I’m here today to say that I’m going to do something. If it be 21 days of yoga, if it be every morning walk, if it be meditation, if it be a race.
I’m going to do something.
Because I’m at a point in my life where I
want it to be more than my struggle, I want it to be more than my life around food AM READY FOR CHANGE!
I’m doing this for me.