The other day, I posted a tweet on Twitter that made me sad after reading it later.
"spent hours getting ready today. felt really pretty. maybe one day ill even feel beautiful"
How sad is that?! I wasnt feeling sad when I typed it though. I was feeling good, pretty.
My husband is always telling me I am beautiful, sexy, hot. I never feel any of those though. I always feel like I am just "cute" because I am fat.
In fact, the word cute bothers me so much, I banned it from hubby's vocabulary, telling him it was a "fat word"
But today, today I felt beautiful. After riding my bike for an hour, I felt like I was something--someone-- special.
Maybe I wasnt feeling sexy or beautiful or awesome because I wasnt giving it my all. I wasnt pushing myself. I wasnt trying to change. I was uncomfortable in my own skin.
That is such a horrible feeling.
But after working out for an hour, sweat dripping off me, gasping for breath, I felt gorgeous. I felt like a winner. I still feel like it. Its amazing how your perspective can all change.
Will I always feel this good after working out? Can I be one of those work out junkies, always chasing after that natural high?
Probably not. But I can do it. I already proved it. Now I set the bar a little higher. I can do it again. I will do it again. I want to do it again. I like the feeling. I'd say its addictive.
I feel like I am bragging so much, my head is going to get swollen lol.