Three days of feeding my body.
Three days of being normal.
Three days of planning for – and deeply enjoying – my dessert without guilt.
Three days isn’t much, but it’s big in my world.
Did I mention the Chocolate Halo Top is just heavenly after a sixty minute adventure on the stairmaster? Because it’s lovely, lovely, lovely.
I woke up early today (potty break – too much water in the day) and, since I was strangely awake, I went for a run …and, sort of like Forrest Gump, I sort of kept going just because I felt like it. Almost 12 miles! Just a tiny bit short. I felt so tired, but it was a GOOD tired, and after a shower, I was motivated for work even more than normal.
Shockingly, even 16 hours later, I still feel well-rested and energized. I guess fueling your body right – not over or under feeding it – really does optimize it.
I feel strong. I will love myself again, and I’ll do it three days at a time. 🙂
Bon appetit, my friends.