Sometimes, when I think about how I look and feel today, and how I wish I looked and felt (at least 20 pounds lighter and strong as an ox would be good, if we’re making wishes), I look back to where I used to be. It’s terrifying and hideous and not for the faint of heart, but it reminds me that hey, I’ve done this before. It’s not impossible. And if I’m wrong, and it should prove to be impossible in the end, who cares? ‘Cause I still look better than the me of fifteen years ago. My 25-year-old self would’ve KILLED to look like 41-year-old me. True fact. See?
Nothing’s impossible. So sayeth I.