Bouncing Pony Tail

I have recently started working out again after about a year, year and half off. A lot of my decision to get back in the gym is due to the fact that I’ve got my 10-year high school reunion coming up in October, but it’s also partially due to me finally getting over the horrid layer of hell I experienced that others refer to as the year of 2004. Somewhere along the way, I lost my motivation. But, like the phoenix from the ashes, I’m back to focusing on my well-being as opposed to self-pity. For the most part my spirit's healed, I’m happy, so now it’s time once again to be healthy. I know my body well enough to know I’ve never been and I’ll never be a body-building hard body, and that’s ok. I’m certainly no gym-rat (although I do kind of like the way my pony tail bounces back and forth to the beat of the music while on the elliptical trainer). But I’ll be content with working toward just being stronger and healthier, and hope that in 2005, my girl next door appearance will work to my advantage. 2004 taught me that I don’t know how to be anyone other than myself. Perhaps one day someone will appreciate just who that is.