my goal for february was to rekindle my
love/hate relationship with the treadmill.
so my man, his best friend, and their muscles
moved it's large-ness from my parent's house to our kitchen,
so that the treadmill & i could start dating again.
so far we've rendezvoused 4 nights in a row.
i told myself:
k, i'm just gonna do [at least] 5 minutes a night...no matter what.
*and then once i've been on there for 5 minutes, i always do more.
i'm extremely out of shape,
with no relief in sight....
so for now,
i'm doing one song walking, one song jogging.
*i kinda hate when the long songs are jogging ones.
me & my [pink] ipod shuffle jam to music that inspires.
& one of these days i'll lose a pound.
hasn't happened yet,
but it will.
with every step i feel myself getting stronger.
with every {gallon} of sweat i feel stress lifting.
with every mile mark i pass, i am healing.
i have a little picture of goal-weight angie propped up there.
i'm excited to work myself to that place physically again....but with better perspective, a healthier self-outlook, and an inner confidence that smaller-sized angie has never known.
but in the meantime,
i'll love where i am & who i am.
movin' forward,
"just keep swimming"-style.