Force equals Mass times Acceleration. Any physics student or devoted watcher of The Big Bang could tell you this little equation. I'm finding that my challenges are easier, even when they're harder, because I feel like I have some good momentum. I lost a pound this week and that gives me hope. I really can do this. I can look at myself in the mirror and say "You are not my enemy." And I'm not. My body and I, we should be a team, not a couple of mean girls in high school, sniping and backbiting. Today on my 3-mile walk I came to the conclusion that my body didn't betray me, it didn't blow up due to some imagined slight or just out of pure nastiness. It only did what I told it to, by feeding it more than it needed, and not moving it around enough. Now I'm telling it that we are going to do something else, and it has responded. Maybe I'm not particularly fast or strong at this time, but I will be. You wait and see.
I succeeded in this week's challenge and will soon be the proud owner of a new sports bra. Next week, I add 10 push-ups daily, of any sort. I'm thinking there's a weighted exercise ball calling my name.
"we constructed, at infinite cost to ourselves, these Maginot lines against the enemy they thought they saw across the frontier. This enemy who never attacked that way, if ever; if he was, indeed, the enemy."
--paraphrased from A Separate Peace
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