The body of Beyonce, with the mind of Eleanor Roosevelt.

Or as my friend Jason suggested, I should have a body like Eleanor Roosevelt with the mind of Beyonce. I will accept anything, as long I have something similar with the Queen B. 

I've never actually had a "thinspiration" or a body that I wanted to model my own after. I just figured that as long as I felt good, and still had curves, all would be right with the world.

To help me achieve my goals of doing well in the 5k, and looking like Beyonce, I wanted to start working out. After a delicious dinner of roasted peppers stuffed with cherry tomatoes, grill portabella mushrooms, garlic and feta (thank you Melissa!), I was going to go for a walk. I really was, but then it started to look like it was going to start raining and my friend Sarah was supposed to come over. So I said I would start tomorrow, and really felt like I would. 

After Sarah left, I had gone into my room and I felt disappointed in myself that I couldn't even take 15 minutes to walk to better myself and get readjusted back into working out. I felt defeated, and as if I had just ruined my whole week of hard work. Which is ridiculous, but it still spurred me into action. Earlier in the day, I had printed off a little calendar to help me. It's called Couch to 5K, and I was so excited to try it. The first day you start off with something like a 3 minute walk, 2 minute jog, 3 minute walk. It sounds ridiculously easy, even for me, and I was looking forward to trying it.

When I am feeling lazy, I am comparable to a sloth. And more often than not, I am feeling lazy. It didn't rain last night, I could have gotten started on the couch to 5k. The tag line of my book should read, "I'll do it tomorrow".

Last night, instead of feeling upset and defeated, I walked and jogged in my room. Possibly not as effective, but I still felt somewhat accomplished. I just kept walking back and forth across my floor, and then I jogged in place. I stretched, I did the little arm circles that you used to do in gym class. I attempted to do a lunge and almost got stuck in it, so I moved on to squats where I successfully did 25 squats. Sit ups and push ups are my arch nemesis, but I attempted to do them as well. After failing around on the ground like a dying fish, I decided I had accomplished enough and that I should probably go to bed. 

Even though I worked out in my small room, and didn't really do much, I felt much better about myself. With hard work and dedication, and small changes daily, it won't be long until I have a body like Beyonce, and I can start calling my house the Bey-hive.