during hip hop class
tonight i got VERY
discouraged and frustrated. i had to fight
back the tears that threatened
to roll down my face. this is no big deal,
but i am wanting to pick all the
moves up real fast and be
able to bust them out right away.
TOTALLY UNREALISTIC...TOTALLY i know this.
i can't get this one certain
part that we have been working on since
i started this class. it makes me so
discouraged that i can't get it. i wanted
to cry...how silly is that? so then i
felt so bummed...had the typical thoughts
of why am i doing this?
then...i'm looking at all of us in the
big barfy mirror wall, and i am the largest
girl in the freakin class. i felt gross
and disgusting. i know i'm doing something
about it...finally, but it's going to take
time. i can't tell that i've lost 12 pounds
really...maybe in the way i feel (i breath better),
but NOT in my clothes or in my mirror. nothing really
can be said besides...keep it up, you can do it, etc.
i know and i will. however, i still feel yucky.
sorry this post is so negatroid.
2 comments:
It won't matter if you've lost 2 - 12 or 200 lbs. sweetie, life has a way of trying to discourage you. It's a test, that's all. The point of the test is...will Shelly pass it this time or will she have to retake it again, and again and again...
I know it seems impossible to think that 12 pounds of butter off your butt means anything...but it's 12 pounds of butter of your butt that you don't have to take off tomorrow!
Couldn't have said it better
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