As you well know, I am in training for a triathlon (82 days. But who’s counting?). Now, part of a good training program is taking time for some good ‘ol stretching. Stretching increases flexibility, prevents injury, lends to greater range of motion, is thought to improve muscle recovery and athletic performance, as well as enhance respiratory functions.

Well, if that really is the case (and it is), I’m going to stretch my triceps tonight with a good, hearty pat on the back. Because today? Today was a good day. And I’ve recently decided that I’m going to hold a nightly celebration for myself. All too often I get annoyed with myself at all the things I didn’t do, that I was supposed to do, that I forget to congratulate myself on all the stuff I did do. I won’t bore you with the celebration points every night, but tonight? Tonight, by golly, you’re comin’ to the party!

Pat on the back #1: I didn’t eat one ounce of sugar today. Even when the almond m&m’s were crying out from the candy bowl, begging me to partake, I said, “No, no, no, you little morsel of joy. You just be quiet. Our days of unabashed, frivolous merriment are over. Over I say. We’re breaking up because I’m in love with the spinach.” And then me and the spinach had a steamy, dreamy evening together. Unfortunately, in the end, the spinach too wound up crushed.

Pat on the back #2: I drank all my water. All 96 ounces. Whew! (And took just as many trips to the bathroom.)

Pat on the back #3: I went to the gym tonight even though I was super tired, and it was kind of late (for me). After Frit and I spent Family Night at Barton Creek, we graced Gold’s Gym with our presence and I and worked out for a good solid hour. It helped that The Bachelor was on the TV in front of my machine. And even though I gave up that guilty (but oh-so-beloved-and-very-much-missed) pleasure a few months ago, I figure it’s all a matter of give and take right? I mean, if The Bachelor’s Women Tell All episode will keep me on a cardio machine for an hour, well then I’ll watch it. One habit at a time Krista, one habit at a time. (p.s. And who’s SO happy ’bout Noelle [Season 12] and Fred [Season 13]?! I LOVE that they found each other and are together!)

Pat on the back #4: I made it to the train on time. Not a real big deal I know, but I’m all about the props to myself tonight. I mean I DID save gas and mileage and did my part to be a little more green. Hey, it’s not easy!

Pat on the back #5: I also met some spiritual goals today that I really feel good about. And I’m so grateful for a God who’s eternally patient with our progression.

Lastly, and this isn’t so much a pat on the back as it is an observation: I am prettier after I exercize. When I got home from the gym tonight and looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think, “Kris, you look GREAT! Your skin is all glowey and healthy. Your eyes are brighter. And your bum is smaller. Girl, you are lookin’ somethin’ fine. You should go to the gym more often.” Now, don’t get the wrong idea here. And if I’ve just burst somebody’s bubble that thought I was a demure, quiet soul that permeates humility in every way, I’m so sorry. [grin] You were bound to find out sooner or later. Just know, that I am just a girl looking for every possible reason to get myself to the gym. Exercize is not something I love. I wish I did. But I don’t. So if I can find mantra for when I don’t want to go, i.e. I am prettier after I exercize, well then I am going to tell it to myself every day and believe it.

OK the party is over. Thanks for coming. Take the m&m’s on your way out please.