There is nothing like the satisfaction of sore muscles the day after a much needed workout. I feel the pain and now I am once again motivated. I want to disappear from my boyfriend and present myself in June after I have made a significant difference of digging out the old Melanie from the self-destructive rubble.
I will continue to ignore the younger, leaner, prettier girls on the elliptical trainers....dont glance at their level or how long they have been working out, but concentrate on no one but Melanie Dee Foster for a change. It is now me time.
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Day 1
Today I share my struggle publicly for the first time. I am a woman that so desperately wants to lose weight. I am a size 22 (wow, that was like taking a bullet). There is something almost cleansing about admitting your faults to another person. I see a pretty woman being weighed down by a body that clearly does not match her personality. She is a cheerleader, a dancer, a young mother of a beautiful Hawaiian baby...she lives in California and frequents the beach at Santa Cruz parking herself directly under the lifeguards stand so she can be envied for her beauty...she is lost and ready to be found again.
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