I was working out at the gym today (that sounds so good I had to write) and I began feeling my usual yuck at seeing young, pretty, buff folks in their snazzy workout attire.Frumpy is how I felt.
Then suddenly I MADE myself snap out it.
I purposely decided to not go there in my mind.
And I began telling myself "CONGRATULATIONS!! YOU'RE ALIVE and YOU MADE IT TO 60!!.. (which is seeming younger and younger, by the way - when I visit Mother's retirement community... (where Mother seems to be the youngest there, by the way)
And I told myself: you're not in the grave, or in a wheelchair, or in a mental institution.
You can feed yourself, and though you don't know how to work all the machines in the gym you DO know how to work a few and you do it!!!
And you can drive yourself home.
I have so many blessings. So very many.
Still. My mind can take me to yuck so fast it's amazing.
Fortunately I stopped that inner chatter that tells me I'm disgusting and don't know what I'm doing, and decided to congratulate myself.
You can stop the negative inner chatterbox, too, dear blog-reader.
And congratulate yourself.
You have lots of reasons to.
For one, you got up this morning.
And if you're still in bed, congratulate yourself for having a bed to snuggle in. Mmm.
I don't know. I just wanted to tell you about my CONGRATULATIONS epiphany.
I want you to have one, too.
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