I'm happy to announce that since then, I have lost an inch on my waist and an inch on my hips. Strangely, no inches were lost on my thighs, bust or arms. And of course, I wish it were more than just an inch. But hey, I can't complain. Progress is progress.
Speaking of which, check out my drawing...also a work in progress.
It's gonna be awesome. Promise.
I feel like that's what my life is right now -- a constant work in progress. Nathaniel came home from work the other night, and listened to a long list of grumbling from me. I moaned about everything -- my lack of knowing what the future held, my "senioritis", my fear of having a big kid job, my not wanting to work-out every single day but feeling lazy when I don't, my stupid hormones, my... anything, everything. Of course, as is typical, he laughed at me and told me I should have been asleep a long time ago -- I was, after all, mumbling most of these grumblings.
The whole point is, I have the type of personality where I like viewing things on the other side of the fence. I like knowing I've already lost the inches, that my drawing is already done. I like reflecting on the past, and when I look towards the future...I feel most satisfied when I have a plan. Unfortunately, for my silly little personality, life just doesn't work like that. It's a work in progress, not really ever complete. So now...my goal: just enjoy life where it is.