“You know, my goal is to be healthy and strong,” I commented.
“Isn’t that everyone’s goal?” she asked.
Yes. I guess. I mean, shapely legs, a flat tummy, bulging biceps, those are all in the back of my mind too. I actually don’t ask myself each time when I’m tempted by those Junior Mints, “do I want these or do I want to fit in my jeans?” Maybe I don’t need to.
Maybe I am finally reaching an understanding of moderation after all. I only go to the gym three times a week. I am working on eating sweets, well, not everyday. I am not longer on my quest for the most perfect jeans; I like the ones I’m currently in. This is a long road, however, and just like everything else worthwhile in our worlds, the struggle might really be the ultimate prize for me.
I’ll always be an all-or-nothing sort of girl. I’ve never been happy in the gray zone, and yet, often I am finding myself there. And I’m not unhappy to be there anymore. It feels…well, it feels foreign, but not as bad as I originally thought. There’s still chocolate here…just not as much.
