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. . . a supermodel.

On my way to work one day last week, I saw a friend walking down the side of the road. This had never happened before, so I called him and asked if he was all right. He said he was. I asked if he was walking to work. He said he was. I asked he would prefer a ride (because here, even at 730 in the morning, it's hot in June). He said he would.

So I turned around, went back, and picked him up. I drove him to work (which is the wrong direction for me to be heading in the mornings) and dropped him off. Later that day I ran into him and he began telling me what an awesome day he'd been having.

He told me about this beautiful woman who'd been so flirtatious with him while he was at work, this particular day was his last day before he shipped out into the Air Force, and he started to go on, but I interrupted him.

I said, 'and don't forget, I saved you from having to walk this morning.'

He smiled at me and said, 'well Alison, if you'd have let me finish, I would have told you a tall, green-eyed supermodel picked me up and brought me to work today.'

While we all know he was being facetious (in fact, I couldn't help but laugh directly to him when he said it), it did nothing but amazing things for my self-esteem. So much, in fact, that I started going back to the gym and I went grocery shopping and bought healthy items -- items I have to prepare myself. Preparing my own food makes me more aware of what I am eating. I've also been bringing my lunch two or three times a week, both in an effort to better monitor what I eat, plus save money.

And I've been doing very well thus far.

The weekend was one of self indulgences -- like eight baths and shaving my legs, like reading an entire magazine (one I'd been holding onto to read eventually) cover to cover and studying up on my Spanish. I took the weekend nice and easy. And I'm hoping, a new found appreciation for myself, my body, my mind, my spirit, my everything, will enlighten me to do the best for myself in all of those fields as well.

I've washed myself clean of the negative things (though I will always carry them with me) I went through a month of so back. And with eight baths in two days, you might assume I was sparkling clean -- and I am.

I've turned over, once again, a new leaf. It's time to get back into the swing of doing things for me.

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