Elizabeth / It's about time to turn in if I am to get up in the morning for an hour on my slave-driver bike (the damn thing taunts me with the numbers blinking on the screen). My mind was clear and alert this morning as I got to work and addressed some of the businesses on my list to call. I felt like I could offer them the world and then deliver.
That's a good feeling. Fuck - if all it took was eating Cheerios before I got there, I'll do it again. But, it's not just breakfast. It's about turning down chili cheese fries that are in a steaming pile in front of you, about not sleeping in when your alarm is telling you to bike, about being proud of your not so fun to enact decision.
I think I told everyone at Valley today that I'm getting healthy. I was met with smiles and a lot of "but you're not fat" - psh. I definitely don't need to be enabled at this point. I just want to be something more than I am right now. New goal in this whole endeavor is to paint more, and so I shall. Goodnight.
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