"You won’t get there by making excuses.
You won’t get there by feeling guilty about a binge.
You won’t get there by letting people pressure you into eatting.
You won’t get there by eatting the foods you know are bad.
You won’t get there without exercising.
You won’t get there without feeling hungry almost all the time.
You won’t get there without having to hear that you should eat.
You won’t get there while just thinking about it.
You won’t get there just by imagining it.
You’ll get there by doing it"

picture this being you…you’re lying on you back, running your hands over
 your torso…luxuriating in the tightness of your skin over your tummy,
marveling at how there’s so little give when you press your hand against it,
how you can almost sense your inner parts right through it…you rest your
hands on your ribs and pause to just breathe in…out…in……..out………… you
ponder their graceful ebb and flow as they move together, perfectly synch-
ronized like a tender forest swaying in a breeze…you let your hands meander
 below to the small of your back — so tiny and arching so high! — and your
heart skips a beat as you feel a little spark of delight thinking, “that’s really
hot, isn’t it”, your fingers brushing against and caressing the deep contours
of your spine…you gently lift your hands to your hipbones, towering citadels,
and take refuge in their reassuring sturdiness, awed by their regal and
feminine strength, with which they guard your most delicate and priceless
 parts…you smile as you wonder how you can take so much pleasure from
such a tiny area of your perfect body…you softly take in a slow, deep breath
and let it out in a long, happy sigh…you know, you really know this time from
experience…
it was worth it