I can’t wait to feel like I felt before. To fit into my old clothes that do not remember me anymore. I can’t wait until I look in the mirror satisfied with what I see. Although that’s never been the case, I’ve never been 100% content. Why the torture? Hard to climb out this feeling feeds me, keeping me confined in a dungeon of sorrow.
Continuing this same story in my head, will never help me out, instead it will keep me right where I am. Stagnant, defeated…..unmotivated. So how can I climb out?
Fight! Fight with all my might. No matter what goes on in my head, I’ve realized that to change I have to outsmart myself.
Our bodies have adapted to “comfort” and will try everything possible to keep us where we are. Because as much as you want to change….you don’t like change….no one likes change. To get to where you want to go you have to be uncomfortable and who embraces being uncomfortable? In comfort you don’t grow, only when you step out of your routines, habits will you expand and then transform.