"Burn out the day/Burn out the night/I can't see no reason to put up a fight/***I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning for you" Blue Oyster Cult, "Burnin' For You"
Gotta say, it's still not any easier for me to face a workout in the morning, despite moving to a size 10 pants from a size 12 a month ago. It still sucks, if I may be so indelicate. It still hurts. It still...burns! Yes, you can get addicted to the afterglow of a workout, when you're on an endorphin high, and you feel the muscles healing, and it's a different kind of burn that you experience. While I never thought I'd be into ripping my muscles and looking forward to the sensation of them healing (I know at least one person who's going to read this and think...GROSS!!!), it's still an unexpectedly pleasant sensation. And it's how I'm getting definition in my neckline, my shoulders, my biceps, triceps, etc.
People respect you more when they see you're taking care of yourself. And your spouse/significant other respects you more when they see parts of you that maybe other people don't see and notice improvement. Like Steven, my husband: "Look, obliques" (Pointing to my abdomen) Yes, they're baby obliques, kinda like a little starter set popping up from under the pile of pudge that's my tummy. But, hey, they're there in all of their modest glory. They're cute. Of course, I want a serious set of washboard abs, but that requires more time, more work, more ripping of muscle fiber, more healing.
More burn.
So, I burn for myself. I burn for my hubby, who would like to enjoy a trimmer wife, even though he claims I'm fine just the way I am. (Fine is OK for hair, not my body, I've decided). I burn for my son, Steven Ames, who is already clambering across the floor on all fours about as fast as a grown person can walk. I need energy to play with him, and I want to set a positive example for him in terms of what a healthy, happy life entails. And if that means I've gotta burn to do it, well, I'll give the workout devil her due anyway. Pardon me, my workout awaits.
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