Yes I am. I’m lovin’ it. I’m lovin’ the fact that I no longer frequent the drive-through’s and that drive-through’s are no longer my therapy.
I’m lovin’ that I’m not out of breath when I walk up the stairs. Or when I walk the dog. I’m lovin’ that most days an hour long, 4 mile walk isn’t enough exercise for me.
I’m lovin’ that I don’t have to worry at all about what I’m going to wear, because everything fits. I’m lovin’ my biceps, triceps, and shoulders. I’m lovin’ my freakishly strong legs. I’m even lovin’ my bad, little, bum hamstring. It’s healing up nicely and I know I’ll be back to the business of running very soon.
I’m lovin’ the fact that I sleep really well at night. I’m lovin’ the fact that I’m no longer addicted to sugar. I’m lovin’ the fact that I drink enough water and my body feels good.
I’m lovin’ that I’m 47 years old and I can run. I can run like the wind because I’m an athlete.
I’m lovin’ the fact that I don’t worry about what other people think anymore, and I’m into taking care of myself without making excuses or complaining about it.
I’m lovin’ that when somebody asks me to go for a hike, or a bike ride the answer is usually yes.
I’m lovin’ that when a slob of a someone throws a gross McDonald’s bag out the car window and leaves it in the street, the symbolism isn’t lost on me when I step on it, when I smash it down with my feet.
I’m lovin’ that I care enough to pick it up and toss it in the trash.
I’m lovin’ the fresh air, and I’m lovin’ the sunshine. I’m even lovin’ the rain.
I’m lovin’ my own life, the one I have been given, and the fact that I’m not taking it for granted anymore. I know other people are struggling…I see it all around me. And I’ve only got this one life so I better be damn sure I make the most if it.
I’m lovin’ too that this pursuit, that my pursuit of fitness and health isn’t a fad…it isn’t a phase.
Yes I am. I’m lovin’ it, no doubt. Lovin’ it today, tomorrow…it’s what I’m all about.