Once I realized what was happening, I self-sabotaged myself with humour: calling myself a doormat or someone who stood pretty strait for someone with no backbone.
Alright! I did it! I've been able to start walking down a path of a healthier lifestyle by including exercise into my life. ... Why can I lift my arms?
Being as stubborn as I am, I'm not about to let my issues block my path in keeping my body in some sort of improved shape. I don't want to lose my muscle mass, I want to strengthen muscles that should be working instead of other's compensating (thus pain), and I need to get rid of the excess jitters caused by my anxiety.
Remember the last time you came off and ignored the signs? What happened? You crashed even harder and landed right back on these little peach poisons.
A lot of people have their own opinions on the matter, and sometimes you learn the hard way that you really don't have their support. Knowing where you stand can help you hold convictions on those harder days.
Floors washed, toilets scrubbed, counters dusted, furniture moved to get to the dust... Not only to vacuum, but to shammy off any spots or that weird layer of dust that lingers. We're talking a job that starts shortly after 8am and doesn't end until the whole place smells of chemical disinfectant.