I totally stole this picture off my friend's facebook page. I love it so much. It speaks volumes.
We really need to laugh. We need to laugh til our skirts fly up. We need to laugh because our skirts fly up. We need to belly laugh once in a while. The kind of laugh where strange, wonderful noises come out of all of our orifices - - - and make us laugh even harder. I actually had a really good laugh last night after reading something my husband posted on facebook. He made me laugh so hard that I cried. It felt awesome! They (you know - - the mysterious "they") say that laughter is the best medicine. It reduces stress. That's a scientific fact. And I think it must be the best anti-aging drug ever not to hit the shelves. And best of all it's free! Why would you pay $20-$100 a jar (do people really do that??) for "magical" cream that doesn't do nearly what laughing can do for you? Laughing really is magic! It even makes you feel younger. Laugh lines? Wear them like a badge of honor!
Laughing makes you beautiful!
I hope that made you laugh, or at least smile :) Now go out and laugh some more!
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Okay, so I gained a pound or two in 2011. So what?! Lots of people did. Does that make me a bad person? No! So what if my clothes don't fit me as well as they did at the beginning of 2011?! So what if I huff and puff while walking up the stairs and once at the top I need to take a 5 minute break to catch my breath?! So what if sometimes I don't want to go out with my husband because I don't like the way I look?! And so what if I have a heart attack and die an early death? I know, a little dramatic. But it could happen, right? At least that's what I tell myself to try and get motivated. So, I bought a scale a couple of weeks ago. I hate scales as much as I hate mirrors. They are evil. Designed solely to make us feel bad about ourselves. And so I am kind of reluctant to step on it. It makes me nervous. I know I won't like what I see. And it will probably laugh at me, in that evil, wicked witch kind of way.
BUT, I must remember that my two words for 2012 are "better" and "brave." (A friend called me a cheater for having two words instead of one. But, believe me, I NEED two words.) And to make those two words have meaning and not just be a cutesy little blog post, I need to put them into action. I need to be a doer of words and not just a typer of words. I need to take those two words seriously. Because to me, they are not just words. They are symbols. Of change. I need to be a better and a braver person in 2012.
So, I will be a grown up. I will be brave and step on the scale. And if it laughs at me, so be it. It's just a stupid wicked witch laughing scale. But I will be brave. I will take the first step to becoming better. And then, you stupid evil no good scale, we shall see who has the last laugh.