Jilly is at the piano determined to prove that she will practice and get lessons back--(it had become a horrendous fight) I told her if she proves she wants it and practices every day for a month I will put her back in lessons. I said we can try again in a year or so. "I dont think so" she said and promptly sat at the piano. We will see.
I want to optimistically think she will just do it. Just as I want to believe I am going to eat on plan and get healthy--its not that I think she can't do it. Is it her priority? Is my health really mine? Its a question that eats at me. (pun intended) I want to go after life the way my puppy does. Unabashedly aggressively demanding attention, a head scratch a back rub--tells the world what he wants and goes for it.
No matter how many times I tell him no, he tries again. He will give it a minute or two and come back pawing at me strategically placing his head right under my hand and yes those brown eyes staring up at me.
I want to lovingly go after my health. No matter how many times I get turned away whether my hang ups or things i have to psychologically or physiologically work through. Just keep strategically putting myself in places for health to be unable to say "no" places like the gym, and the produce department :). For me its my million dollar smile. Take that health! How can you say no to my cute dimples. Determination...for today the piano keys clink, the puppy is getting a good head scratch and I am hopeful and optimistic...we are getting a white Christmas after all, I like the magic of possibilities in the air.
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