Today was a really successful day for me. I made my first appointment with a potential photographer for my head shots. I went to Zumba and shook my tail feather so hard I got a little nauseous. The crazy women around me were on fire. It was contagious. I couldn’t help myself. Plus, I always think the instructor is looking at me thinking, “wow that little chubb can rock it out”. Why do I always think people are looking at me and admiring me? Well, I look forward to being the obnoxious crazy woman in the front matching the instructor.
I felt high after I spoke with the photographer. I felt momentum and then of course I started fantasizing about when I will book my first job. I started seeing myself dancing down the street like a wild woman. What song is that going to be? Any suggestions? It used to be Sweet Caroline but that may be just too mild. I might need something with a little bit more of a kick.
I’ve also been tracking what I eat without cheating or estimating. I’ve been on Weight Watchers on and off for probably 2 years and this has NEVER happened. Not even my very first week.
I wanted to do this blog for a long time but I judged it. I wanted to invite others on this journey but I was afraid people would make judgments on me. Now this process is becoming something really special to me.
My exercise goals are met for the week. I want to continue to track what I eat tomorrow and start some good conversations with God again.
Quote of the Day
"A true friend knows your weaknesses but shows you your strengths; feels your fears but fortifies your faith; sees your anxieties but frees your spirit; recognizes your disabilities but emphasizes your possibilities."
-William Arthur Ward
I would kill for your confidence! I love it! Wish I could be Zumba with you. My confidence is pathetic, but I will admit that sometimes when I'm walking down the street, I feel like everyone is looking at me and then I tell myself that they must sense something about me. Like, I'm gonna be some major star and they better remember this face! The reality is that they're probably looking at the clock above my head.
ReplyDeleteWhat a Feelin' by Irene Cara
ReplyDeleteWhat about Elvira! ( not sure what the name is exactly) Aww... i remember that day at Smith's, i believe we were ten. We skipped inside holding hands n u sang that song the entire time!!!
ReplyDeletewish i was in ny to be your photographer!!! remember when we used to look in the mirror before heading out to a party and tell ourselves, "you're a hot, you are sexy...you look good"? or something to that effect! we should all do that again!
ReplyDeleteAwe my beautiful cousin. I wish you were in NYC so we could skip and hold hands now! I miss you! :(
ReplyDeleteKimmy--We were and are still hot and sexy foreva!
I like where your head is at Miz. Gallant.