Positivity

I feel positive today. I drove to work today and thought of all the wonderful things I can do. There's nothing stopping me. Sometimes I prevent myself from moving forward. It's as if I'm scared. My least favorite quality about myself is that I'm consistently inconsistent.

For example: I've been meaning to get back to eating well and going to the gym. I had even started a blog (see Blog to a Better Me) about it back in February, but I sort of went off track and I haven't added an entry since last March. I will post blogs there when I officially hop on that bandwagon. It's always tomorrow or starting next week for me, but I can't do that anymore.

Besides feeling optimistic about the power to control my weight loss, I also feel good about other things I can do such as travel, learn to sew, take dance lessons, clean up my apartment and make it look goregous, etc.

I also have my mother to attribute for these positive feelings. I've been in a rut because I've been through a break-up. (almost 2 months ago.) My mom gave me a perspective that I hadn't thought of before. I now feel a little more liberated because of what she told me. I had a moment of weakness on Tuesday and emailed my ex about how miserable I was and blah blah blah and that I know it's over but I need his friendship blah blah blah. He responded and said that he doesn't think he'll ever be ready for a serious relationship with marriage and children and blah blah blah. My mom said he wasn't a real man and that I should be thankful for him setting me free because I would have grown unhappy. So whenever I think, "Oh, he dumped me, Boo-Hoo." I immediately follow it with, "Oh, he doesn't have any cojones, anyway." It's kind of mean, but it's not my obligation to make him feel good about himself.