It’s Christmas, but I’m going to the gym anyway. What a blessing my apartment building houses its own gym. I never have to worry about holiday closings. While people were gobbling down their turkey on Thanksgiving Day, I was sweating it off on the cross master. There are no holidays for the obsessive compulsive exerciser.
Since I changed my diet and started working out about two and a half months ago, my body’s gone from flab to fab. At the annual holiday gathering I attended on Saturday, a lot of people couldn’t recognize me. I wowed everyone with my makeover. People thought I had a star’s figure. Wow, a star’s figure. Near perfection.
I’m actually not quite there yet (though the outfit I wore may have made it seem like I was). At the rate I’m going I should be there eventually, though. By winter’s end, I’ll have a star’s bikini body (minus the boobs). And by year’s end, maybe I’ll have a fitness model’s body – not the ugly, bulky type, but the lean, toned kind. There’s nothing more amazing than goals that CAN be achieved.
I love how my hard work and my dedication are paying off. Seeing tangible results fuels my drive to go farther and farther. It’s in times like these that I feel my best. I feel like I’m on top of the world, in control of my life. Last year I was terribly depressed, ready to put an end to it all, because I had no reason to live, no reason to fight, no reason to hope.
What a huge difference it makes to have something to look forward to, something to live for. Envisioning the dream body I want and seeing it get closer and closer within my reach is what’s helping me keep going. To some it may be a stupid, shallow reason for living, but to me it means so much. Because I can exercise full control over some aspect of my existence, the world no longer seems like such a scary, hostile, impossible place to live in. In the bubble I live in, I reign queen.
On Top of the World December 25, 2007
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