One of those mornings...

Yesterday I wrote that I didn't give a crap that the 14lbs of gained fatabulous was hanging (literally) around. I wrote that I could still end this year with a bang and I meant it.

I still feel that way - about finishing the year out strong, anyway.

Thanks to CA I was able to view (via picture) a most beautiful sunset. See, last night it was kind of perfect. I cooked (and yes we all survived) the healthiest meal that I have probably ever cooked (except a salad, but you don't really cook those do you?) It was delicious! I focused on my portion control and drank a glass a wine to wind down and relax to - what was to me - a really good day. Last night I felt that I was on a mission to conquer the world!

BEAUTIFUL and RELAXING!

This morning? Welllllll, not so much.

This morning was one of those mornings where - I wanted to conquer finding a pair of pants that fit!

I lost.......and I was close to burning my closet down........seriously................I need therapy.

Today was a day that I wished for the first time that I owned a pair of Spanx or some other girdle contraption. That was a very sad moment for me...

I am so much better than this.

So as I lay on a huge mound of clothes in my closet, I shut my eyes and meditated for about 5 minutes.

WhooooooooSahhhhhhhhhhh!

Instead of driving to whatever store was open at 7am and going in my underwear and traumatizing a hundred people - I finally found a pair of pants.

I have to stop and think that my weight gain - albeit my fault - has some deeper meaning. I have to stop and think that maybe I am going through this rough patch in order to become a more compassionate trainer to my clients. I have to realize this change is happening to me because something fantastic is coming out of it!

In order to retain this perspective, I have to get rid of all the negative energy that has been around me.
I have to...