How I create my dream life
How I create my dream life….
You wonder, don’t you, how I seem to have it all?
How I make it look so easy.
It’s alright. I get that question all the time.
What is my formula?
What is my routine?
What vitamins do I take?
How much chocolate do I eat? (Yup, true story. And just FYI, the answer is LOTS)
But the truth is, it’s not so much a FORMULA as much as it is a COMMITMENT.
You see, I’m COMMITTED to my success.
I’m COMMITTED to achieving the outcome I want.
And not just because it would be kinda cool (because kinda cool goals mean squat when your “goal” is to lose 25 kilos but there is chocolate cake on offer)
I’m talking more like, I just KNOW this is how it HAS to be.
What do I mean?
Well, what is the alternative?
Stay unhappy and miserable for the rest of my life?
Watch my dreams float by me and land in the lap of someone who WILL take action on them?
Uh, no thanks! You can keep that!
I want the life that I want AND I want it bad enough that I will do what it takes to get it.
Whether than means late nights, working weekends, missing dinner parties, family functions, TV (ok, the occasional Kardashian episode makes a guest appearance from time to time, but as for general daily TV watching… nope)
And the mother of them all…
INTENTIONALLY CHOOSING my behaviour when it comes to food and working out.
Do you actually think I’m one of those people who looooves to workout?
Uh, think again.
I would HAPPILY exchange my Louis Vuitton handbag for a body that stayed naturally slim and never have to workout again.
Same thing with the food.
I love chocolate. As in, SERIOUSLY love it. In fact, if chocolate could take out a restraining order against me, I’m sure that it would.
It probably should.
Because yes, I can STILL eat more than my fair share.
I can STILL make myself sick on it.
And sometimes I do.
But more often that not, I don’t.
But it wasn’t always like that.
I spent thirty years drowning in chocolate, self hate and depression.
I was CONVINCED that I had a mental disorder. I mean, how could I NOT?
CLEARLY I MUST have been insane to eat myself sick night after night when a “normal” person (whatever the heck that is) would just eat a small amount of sugary sweets, or even… GASP… none at all.
But not me.
I had to be the one to push it to the brink.
STUFF it in.
Until I didn’t anymore.
And it happened Just. Like. THAT.
I know overcoming emotional eating is a process.
But you should NOT be still stuck at the starting line ten years after the race started.
There is a way to speed it up.
To ACCELERATE it, in fact.
And THAT, my sexy one, is what I did and it’s exactly what you can do too.
If you CHOOSE IT.
DECIDE what you want.
ACT on your choice.
It always comes back to commitment.
You’ve got what it takes.
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