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Year Three, Day 12: Like a Gazelle

"I run, therefore I am a runner!"

That is what I told myself this morning. It is what gets me out of bed. Running! Go figure!

I told my friend "D", the bus driver the other day that fear seemed to be my biggest motivating factor.

He said, "In that case, we ought to let loose a big bear to chase you out of the house to run in the morning!"

LOL!

I think in my case, the fear that is motivating me is fear of failure. Fear of not living the optimal life that God has given me. Fear of not living long enough or well enough to enjoy my family, my grandchildren, a partner to love...

So run I shall!

I walked 1.5 miles this morning, including 200 jogging steps. I noticed when I walked, I felt heavy, and victim to negative thoughts. But when I ran, even though it was painful, the thoughts went away and I felt buoyant. Like a gazelle.

I started running in high school. Often training with my mom and dad at the Hudson's Bay High School track in Vancouver, WA. Where I got hit on the top if the head with a football.  And kept running (but that is a different story).

My mother commented that I looked like a gazelle when I ran.

Better than looking like a hippo!

I got my morning black coffee from the gas station. I am starting to crave it's bitterness.

It was a nice day for a run. Much cooler than yesterday, but still dry. Nice warm breeze.

When I got home, I stepped on the scale. And did a happy dance!  It is still moving downward!!

This is progress!


Note:  Last week at the gym, the scale said 185!!  I do not know if my scale is accurate, but I am going to be using it for my stats, because I have been using it all along. Plus the measurements, showing inches lost do not lie!

I was so happy! I made an avocado/tomato salad for my snack and set off to my office job with a bounce in my step.

Like a gazelle!

And I could not resist taking a full body selfie when I arrived at the office.



I am happy!

My mood:  8!  (Scale of 1 to 10 - 1 being severely depressed, 10 being ecstatic!)

I had a profound thought just now. What if I am not bipolar? What if this is who I truly am? Happy and balanced.  And the depression is when I am not feeling well, mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually?

Hmmmmm....

Thoughts to ponder. But now I must head out to teach piano.

Like a gazelle!


Talk to you tomorrow!

Happy Wednesday!


Love,

Zita

(I am still focusing "Joy", one of the most amazing "Fruits of the Spirit" - from Galations 5:22-24)

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