my body

In my Saturday night boredom, I have thought long and hard and come to the decision that I don't like how my body looks. It is not a depressed thought, I am not feeling bad about myself, I don't feel gross or ugly. I just don't like how I've gained a little weight (not that I've weighed myself or anything, this is mere speculation) and (in my boredom, mind you) I want to do something about it.

I have always been proud of the fact that I felt that I looked good without even trying. I eat what I want, when I want, and I think that it wouldn't hurt for me to take some pride in my body in a different way. I want to look at myself and think that I look good not because my boyfriend seems to think I look good or because my friends say I look fine.

I want to think that on my own. So I think I'll try to do something about it.

I don't intend to starve myself by any means (God, I love food.) but maybe just not eat as much as I do. Maybe go running sometime or use the workout room up at Lakeside. Maybe even do some crunches.

I used to work out all the time for soccer and I remember that feeling that I felt after working out. (.. the one that came after being sore and miserable and bruised.) I think it would be nice to feel that way again.