I know that people say that confession is good for the soul, but people also say that 100 calorie packs are a great way to control portions and treat yourself. You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t put a lot of faith in what the proverbial “they” has to say. Apparently, though, sometimes “they” are right.
After owning it late last night I feel… freer. I don’t know, I just do.
You see, I don’t generally share my aspirations and dreams with people because of fear that they’ll tell me they’re ridiculous and that I need to get a day job. At the risk of sounding combative, fuck that. I’m going to tell you all a few of my dreams.
I want to be an opera singer. Yes, you say, we’re all aware of that. No, I really mean it. I want to be, like, famous, for real, sings all over the world opera singer. I want to dress up in costumes with frilly lace and satin and wear ridiculous stage makeup and go to cast parties and hobnob with people who are a big deal.
I also want to be a writer. This blog isn’t just a hobby, it’s practice. This is my first writing venture I’ve ever taken seriously and stayed committed to. Incidentally this is also the first weight loss attempt I’ve ever taken seriously and stayed committed to. I knew that doing one would aid the other. See, I’m smart like that.
I want to have an amazing body. Yes, I want to lose weight for my health and so that I can do stuff like climb to the top of the Singing Sand Dunes that almost killed me a few years ago, but I also want to look really really good. I will not hesitate to have my excess skin chopped off and my boobs lifted to accomplish this. I am not above cosmetic surgery and skin removal. I also can’t afford this and am willing to take donations. Just sayin…
At the risk of being completely redundant from last night’s post I seriously and officially own all of these things. I’m not even sorry I’m not sorry.
First I drank the punch, then I owned it, now I’m glowing in the emotional high that follows freeing yourself from not so dirty little secrets. The next step is to actually make a plan. I made a plan when I started losing weight and when I started this blog so I’m going to revisit those plans, revamp them a little bit, and start some new ones as well.
Now I want to hear from you! What are your dreams that you’re afraid to admit? Outlandish or not, what have you always wanted? Shout about it here and let me know! Seriously, guys and gals we can do this shit. We don’t even need faith, trust, and pixie dust. (Screw you Tinker Bell, I do what I want!)
***This post was also inspired by Elisabeth’s confession at A Jogger’s Life.
