What do you see when you see me?

When I change into my gym clothes, I turn into a machine.

Literally. 

All of the criticism is gone. 

All of the insecurity disappears. 

I critically analyze what I want to change and I work to change it. 

I feel amazing when I pour sweat.

I love to feel the soreness of my muscles - to know that I worked them so hard.

I love the gym.  I wish I could live in my gym clothes. 

Seriously.

I wish for everyone a love like this. 

To something that is healthy for you. 

Something that builds you up. 

Makes you a better (stronger!) person. 

Gives you a goal (or goals) to work toward. 

Something to take pride in. 

That requires patience. 

And dedication. 

And willingness.

I wish for you a love like this.

And all it takes is the effort to start - whatever it is you have been wanting to start.

Join that gym.  Or that flag football team.  Take those golf/tennis/dance lessons.  Sign up for the crafting class.  Learn how to put flooring in.  Try that part-time job.  Stop talking about checking out paddle boarding and do it.  Hike Table Rock with a group of friends (so you know you really aren't dying! Lol). 

My love started years ago, but I rekindled the flame when I wanted to lose weight before my wedding.  I hated the training workouts, but something remembered how much I loved Olympic lifting back in the day.  I don't do that anymore, but the memory did get me back to lifting weights, which is my love.  What is your love?