All right, so here's the deal:
I'm planning on going to the gym tomorrow. (Don't laugh, I have goals to manage)
The question, immediately, to my mind is: Why are you doing this?
I woke up with a really bad case of gastritis this morning (which I got an official diagnosis tonight), due to alcohol, but it reflects the bad heart burn and trouble I have breathing without coughing these days. I can, thus, justify it all and give the Queen Latifah excuse: It's about health.
But, really, it's about sexy.
I'm 99% sure of that. BUT! I'm such a proponent of LOVING THE BODY YOU HAVE, and not the body you want... am I a hypocrite?
No, I think my response to myself is simple: I do love the body I have, but I want to love more of the bodies around me, too.