Eating Chickens

There’s something the skinny people don’t tell you when it comes to changing your life.  Lets be clear here, when I say ‘skinny people’ I mean the people that work at it. Those that exercise, eat right and generally take care of themselves. Usually, all they say is ‘it gets easier’ when you tell them you are sore or tired of eating salad. Like those three little words even begin to explain what one needs to know.I learned this lesson last year and I'm having to relearn it on a greater scale this year. “It gets easier” should really be this: I know your body feels like its on fire all day every day and every move you make causes something in you to scream in anguish  but eventually, like all the survivors of the world, your body gets tired of screaming and gets used to the new life.

Or maybe this: I know you think eating an entire chicken would be your best option, but its not. You're starving, but just make it another day and another and another until your body realizes you aren't starving and those salads aren't so bad. Don’t give up, you have to keep going or else you get all of the misery and never any of the victory.

I keep waiting. I keep pushing my body until I think it cant continue and then I push it a little more, waiting for that moment when it stops screaming and it hasn't  Two weeks now and it still hurts, but this time I know what it feels like to get to the other side. I know how it feels to walk down the street without being tired. I know how it feels to run and not be winded. I know the other side and it just makes me push harder to get there.