EXCUSES, EXCUSES

Losing weight and getting in shape just doesn't happen fast enough. And it's not just the weight. I was asked the other day how much I weighed and I honestly didn't know. I don't own a scale. I think they, like high-heeled shoes and Girl Scout Cookies, were invented by the devil. As long as I like the way I look in the mirror, I could care less how much I weigh.

Of course, I haven't like the way I look in the mirror for awhile.

And while I know many women who I would LOVE to switch bodies with, they too are unsatisfied with the way they look...for some moronic reason.

For instance...Ang. I'd trade. She'd roll her eyes at me (she's wrong and I can say that here since it's MY blog!). Kim...same thing. **bing** change me! And she too would point out flaws (that aren't there...like Ang). And to both these women, along with many others, I say..."Are you crazy!?"

Why are we so hard on ourselves? And it's not just regarding our weight. We are our own worst critics and when someone else points out or questions one of our "weaknesses", we fold. Start questioning ourselves. Everything. Today a friend told me, "You're obsessing! You're obsessing! You're obsessing! You're obsessing! You're obsessing!" and she was right. Then she followed up with, "But I do the exact same thing when it comes to what you're talking about, so it's easy for me to tell you 'You're obsessing' then I turn around and do the same thing."

I think for women, the goal is to surround yourself with strong women who will bring you up rather than pull you under. We are the ones who send each other cards in the mail (real mail!) for no reason. We text each other little messages to just say, "Good morning! Love you!". We communicate and make sure the other knows how great we think they are. No anniversary needed. Just because.

Can you imagine if we had anniversaries with our friends? We'd be broke!

But back to the weight...I'm desperately waiting, yearning, searching for something that makes me become a fanatic about getting in shape. You know...I finally become so serious about it, it becomes a major way of life. And I know blaming time is an old "excuse", but I do find myself trying to carve out time. It has to be in the evening and I have a gym right here...2 minute walk from door-to-door. For awhile, we (me and kids) were going, then the cold snap and well...way too icy and cold so we stopped. Now, there's no excuse.

I've GOT to do it.

If for nothing else, so I quit talking about it...right?!