I’ve exercised since I was 25. And it feels like both yesterday and a lifetime ago, when my boyfriend told me my thighs were dimpling. That was a wow I hadn’t noticed. It was also a nudge.
I have learned to pay more attention to my thighs and the rest of me. And I have smiled hundreds of smiles on remembering his observation. I have also kicked myself in the butt when necessary. But recently, at 66, I felt the need for a professional nudge; and I’m paying somebody to coach me.
We may be tempted to bypass a need we can’t seem to meet … or merely pay somebody else to meet it, thinking they can. Let’s trust help to be available. Let’s seek it out. And let’s allow every comment, kick in the butt, pat on the back, and paid-for nudge to reveal our best, from the inside out.
Love smiles on you,… More