"Hoping, wishing and wanting WON'T get you very far. Sometimes we must say: to hell with fear, and make that leap of faith."
Someone posted this quote on facebook the other day, and I of course had to steal (err, I mean share) it. It absolutely fits how I feel right now. I've spent years and years wishing for what I wanted - to be thinner, to not get out of breath when I exercise, to make enough money to live comfortably without having to ask anyone for help.
And in the last few months, I have started to make these things happen. Not by wishing and hoping and dreaming - but by going out there and working my butt off to get to where I want to be. I worked hard at work to get myself promoted and get a hefty raise (I'll make $18,000 more this year than I did last year. Yeah, I can handle that). I cut out a good portion of the bad stuff I was eating and drinking and started dropping weight. I took a plunge and bought a piece of exercise equipment and started using it faithfully, and am watching as my ass shrinks away (THANK GOODNESS - it looked like a freight-liner before). Last night I even invested in another piece of equipment - an ab roller - to help me work on other parts of my body.
This didn't happen by thinking about it, much to my dismay. No amount of wishing for changes in my life was going to make them happen. I was going to make them happen. It was me.