Good-Bye

Five Minute Friday Gypsy Mama

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Oh how I want to say good-bye to these extra baby pounds.

But in order to say good-bye I need to first say no.

No to the chocolate, baked goodies, and french fries.

No to the desire to stay in bed in the morning instead of lacing up the tennis shoes.

No to the voice inside me that says its ok to see that number on the scale, because really it is not ok. It is not healthy and it is not ok.

Usually I hate good-byes. The gut wrenching sadness of wondering when or if I will see this person again. This person that was such a huge part of my life for so long, now separated by hundreds of miles.

But to be able to shed this baby weight, to say good-bye permanently to the extra 30 or so pounds I have carried, that would be a welcomed, celebrated good-bye.

The kind that I will shout from the mountain tops or the very least our front yard. The kind that I will email everyone I know and a few that I do not to share the news.

That good-bye will come, the day will arrive, I just have to work for it and say no to all of the extras that I love. But to let go of one to achieve the other - SO worth it.

Stop.