This morning was bad. But as soon as I took the razor blade to my right shin, a great weight lifted and I could breathe again. I am energized (despite two hours of sleep last night), I’m not in a drug hangover (like yesterday), and although I am HUGELY defeated by my 2-pound gain, I am not letting that end my restricting momentum. Climbing back on the horse, choosing happiness, choosing to keep going, choosing to experience my moments of joy.
Because that’s all there is. Life is short.
