Come Sail Away... Come Sail Away with Me.

First of all, how was I not spending time listening to Styx for the last 30 something years?  I mean- yes my elder bruder totally listened to Domo Origato (spelling?) in the car on our 6 hour car tortures to Lowell and Maine- BUT I haven't spent a lot of time rocking out to them since then... and can I tell you I <3 Renegade.  So Cheestastic!

Today on my way into work I was thinking...  What does it actually take to make a Sexy revolution work?  I mean we all have to want it and not just say we want it- but mean we want it.  Everyone wants to lose weight (or gain), get confident, be happier in theory.  But are you ready to really put on the gloves, do the hard math and make real changes?  I think you need to be honest with yourself because Sexy is not for the weak.  You want change, make it happen.  You want to postulate about Sexy- go find another blog, maybe one about cats and football.  I am not a theorem lady (except I have a special place for the Pythagorean Theorem- A squared is like so Sexy and then plus B squared- SHAZAM!).

You can lie to me and say "YES, sign me up for battle Sexy Protagonist Lady Person!" and then never eat better, never work out, never make the changes you've been saying need to happen every day for 4 years.  I won't know, well some of you I will cause we are totes friends...  But mostly, it's your business (a dastardly business of not being Sexy).  Lying to yourself, however, that's a tricky thing.  It can compound on itself...  and kind of ruin your potential Sexy and dig yourself into a full on hibernating, ugly, shame spiral.  That is not good.  We can't win a war like that (really I mean that's kind of obvious)...  and neither can you.

So look out at the ocean of insecurity that you have hidden deep down...  I'm staring at mine right now.  It is kind of terrible and deep and turbulent and also... this super ugly color brown (yuck).  But what it doesn't know is that I've got a Destroyer (that transforms!!) and that I'm ready to face it head on this time.  So climb aboard... because this vessel (which was once called the ship of dreams) is setting sail STAT and I need all the tough pirates I can find.  (I've run out of watery tough guys officially)  Take no prisoners, be real with yourself and get your land-lubbing ass moving...  and sail with me or like blow shit up with me.  Yea, explosions. Sexy.