I remember a time when my thighs were their own entities. Over the last few years, they have slyly transformed into buegs. For those of you new to the term, it’s the cankles of the north. I’m still considered petite by many, but I know I’m not as healthy as I should be right now. My body fat percentage is too high, and the fact that my bad knees are aching is telling me I am carrying more weight than I should.
I have two options, be content with myself or choose to make improvements. I’m going to make improvements. My husband and I will be starting P90x soon, and I’ll be reporting my progress (or lack thereof) on this site. To truly make the life you want I strongly believe you have to bring your body and your mind to a good place.
Realistically, I know I can tone up to an athletic figure, but honestly, I never really liked having an athletic body. Sure it was fun to wave goodbye to the boys as I sprinted around the track, and I was proud when I swam a mile every day, but I didn’t like having a fifteen-inch neck, and I felt “thicker” than I do even now. Also, when I’m carrying some extra weight, I have a proportionately giant rack. I shall miss the twins, although probably not as much as my husband will.
When I got married, I was the happiest I’d ever been, and I felt beautiful because I saw myself through my husband’s eyes, but I don’t know if I’ve ever felt pretty in my own. All through summer, I’ve been thinking that if I lose more weight, I’ll boost my spirituality as well… Man, am I glad those summer days are over…Hell!!!
My goal for next year is to shift from the desire to be attractive to the desire to be healthy, and using that, slowly shift my idea of what beautiful is. Since we’ll be eating very healthy, and I’ll be focusing on overall making the life I want, I have a better head-start than ever before. It feels like finally being able to enjoy a guilt-free vacation. Have you ever undertaken a process when you knew you were resistant to the outcome?
Great Grandpa Harry’s Law
My great-grandfather died when I was very young. But I remember him very well. One time he heard me say that I liked Tiger’s Milk bars, and every time I saw him thereafter, he had one in his pocket for me. He liked golf hats, and the ladies, including my great-grandmother, loved him very much.
Grandpa Harry had one saying that has stuck with me to this day. He said, “Listen to everyone’s opinion, smile, take it in, and do whatever the hell you were going to do anyway.” These are words that I take to heart; it makes things simpler.
Most people just want their opinion heard, to feel validated, and know that what they think weighs into your opinions.
Most mature people understand that even taking their opinion into account, you will ultimately still have to make your own decision.
It weeds out the people who believe their opinion should be your law, relationships that at some point will become toxic or codependent. Maybe gratitude is more than that and a sort of art. So why bother taking in other people’s opinions?
I am not infallible.
I cannot view, predict, or even comprehend all of the variables in a situation. Someone else may have a better way.
By asking for opinions I widen the possibility of finding the best solution. There are so many choices, but so little time. Because I am confident in who I am and willing to take risks I never give up the right to discount them. When it comes down to it, I will always to “whatever the hell” I think is right.