Fitness Friday: Feelin' Good Edition

So, after my first fully faithful week of really watching the sugars and simple starches I put into my body, all I can really say is....I'm HUNGRY!!!!

I haven't been this hungry in YEARS!!!!

When I was younger, I struggled with an eating disorder.  Actually, I thought that disorder was my very best friend, so, at the time, I never considered it a struggle.  I foolishly considered myself successfully self-controlled.  There were many things I deceived myself into believing and spreading to others that kept me from eating a healthy diet in my home or as a guest, like, "Does this have cheese?  I'm allergic.  No, no; it's not a problem, I'll just eat the onions, as long as they were prepared without oil.  Oil makes my eyes bleed." 

Although I appeared to be quite healthy, by the world's twisted standards, my heart was terribly sick and in desperate need of the Great Physician.  Providentially, for me, He makes house calls--for FREE.

But, this hunger I feel today reminds me of the hunger I once loved, the hunger that once made me "feel good"--now, not so much.  Now, I just reeaaallllyyyyy want that cheeseburger I saw on Carrie's blog.  How yummy did that look??

But, I'm not gonna do it.  No, I know I got here by allowing myself the freedom to stop being a psycho-booger and chuck the calorie-radar.  Perhaps it was good for me, although a tad extreme, but when you boil it down, I "feel good" when I like how I look.  I know, but they are my issues ((even if I still blame Grams and Momma)).

I feel good when my fingers and toes are all painted and greased-up.  I have Flintstone feet.  Without some work, they frighten even me in the middle of the night.

I feel good when I start or finish ((or are in the middle of)) a great book.

I feel good when I'm hanging out with girlfriends SANS KIDS!!  That's when you can really get down to the nitty-gritty of sisterhood without wondering if Superman is eating the nuggets from the sandbox he recently discovered in the laundry room.

I feel good when I'm dancing. 

I feel good when the house smells like lemony Lysol ((this too I owe to Grams and Momma)). 

I feel good after a good eyebrow waxing.

And, I feel good when embraced in a big hug.  Whether from lil' ones or big'uns, hugs just rock.  ((Yes, Tash, I just said that.))

And, finally, I feel good when I sweat.  Like a pig.

Yeah.

Thanks to Brenda for making me remember what feels good.  I think I'll go right now and get the hair ripped from my face, sweat on the treadmill and then hug someone--hard.  But you, you should visit Family Revised and read a few more things that make folks feel good.  They just might inspire you, too!