I’ve ridden the wagon long enough. Follow me.

I am a “ride high on life” kind of girl,
who loves all of the chocolate in the world.

And just like I learned several years prior
my beloved chocolate doesn’t love me anymore.

It tastes so good but makes me pretty sick.
Oy and oh boy! I’m chocolate allergic.

Thank God this doesn’t extend into my taste in men.
I am to my core a true chocolate-man fan.

The horse is a challenge and I like it.

Other than that —  I am back with the diet & fitness band.
I’m off the candy wagon and onto the horse again.

Walking is important, it’s the opposite of run.
I’m engaged in both of activities  under the hot summer sun.

Each is free and I need it.
Leisure keeps calling – but I can’t heed it.

The agile moves that I am making in my life
would be best be executed at a “fitter” size.

So off to the journey – I do oblige. Are you down to ride? God bless us.
We’ve the capacity to change our reality – let us start with lettuce:

Ingredients:

1 head of lettuce
2 cups of ice cubes
juice of 1 lemon
2-3 tbsp of honey

Per my doctor, I am consuming 2 of these (or similar) a day
over the course of 6-weeks to help facilitate excess fat away.

I will also consume one solid meal.
One that’s well-thought-out for detox & heal.

My health is A-Okay but my tummy isn’t quite so fit,
in fact, I can tell from a side profile that I eat biscuits. 😛

I picked biscuits up when I put donuts down.
Texas wears the ‘tastiest donut’ crown.

I am letting go of all packaged processed foods.
Chocolate, biscuits and donuts — will no longer do.

Not anymore.
Child please, I’m about this lettuce score.

I don’t really consider my targeted choice to be a diet.
Life is full of game and getting fit (to me) is a riot!

It’s all in your perception and how you look at a thing and approach to right it.
Me? I’m re-molding self and reviving my health; for opportunity, I am excited.

So much so, that I had to write it. Life is so much fun!
I’m Qui
Care to walk with me to the park for a run? Last one to the swing
is the unfit one!

Let it be not me nor you.
Care to sip some lettuce juice?

Give me your foot (o’ fit aspirer) and I will hoist you up onto the horse.
It doesn’t taste great but fitness can’t wait. I have duly made a choice.

See you on the weigh-in scales in a minute.
Challenged @ fitness? Perceive: “watch me win it!”