How far can I take that joke? HA.

So there is some major change about to happen here. Not just in my overall average demeanor, but in my priorities in life.

I was looking at my naked body in the mirror this morning, and I came to a realization. I won't be happy thinner. My breasts would be wasted and weird, like emtpied out bags, and I want that even less than I want to be slightly chubby. So basically the result of this thinking is that I don't want to lose any more weight.

What I do want to do: become extremely flexible, very centred and strong and firm, toned. Answer: Yoga and Pilates. That's it! And a run on Sunday mornings. And riding my bike and a swim here and there. Nothing super strenuous. I should take what I'm spending on my personal trainer, and sign up for yoga classes. It would cost half.

So I will be a bitch, but I'll be the bendiest most relaxed strong ab'ed bitch ever.

What a refreshing turn of events. Therapy really is working. It's very strange and scary to begin to let go of this lifelong practice of 'trying to lose weight'. There's never been a time in my life I can remember when I wasn't trying to lost weight.

Here I go.

*leap*