I've been thinking lately really thinking about my life. I came to the realization that I give others more freedom of thought and expression than I do myself. If someone were to come to me and say I hate my mother I would tell them they had every right to own those feeling, but if for one moment I thought "gee I hate my mother" I wouldn't allow myself the luxury of that thought for even an instant. I have always been that way. If I feel something I don't allow myself the full scope of it. I just try to think of something else. I'm not allowed to feel what I feel it's ultimately wrong because I am feeling it. It just hit me all at once, I'm simply not allowed.
Worked out with John today. I'm hurting and want to curl up and sleep. I lost 3% body fat in the last 5wks. Don't know how the hell I did that. Mad at myself because if I had stuck to the plan then it would've been more. Better next month.
Back to work tomorrow not looking forward to that at all. It's going to be a long 5wks.
Trying not to think to deeply. Enjoying the day! That's been a long time coming.
I'm waiting and waiting for the words to come to me but right now they aren't there. I don't know if it's fear or what but it really makes me feel out of sorts like my heart is missing something. I love words. They are so powerful. I miss them when the don't flow freely.