It doesn’t happen often, but I know that when it does, I ought to embrace it and capitalize on it. I haven’t weighed myself in a really long time, but I don’t really care to, either — especially with my monthly guest, which arrived Monday.
The thing is, I shouldn’t necessarily need a fancy dress or an occasion to spark confidence. That magic can stick in my daily life, if I listen to my body and remember how good it feels to feel good and obey my hunger queues, obey my body’s limits, obey my cravings.
This isn’t all-or-nothing thinking, but rather … intuitive thinking. It’s not berating myself, but rather taking pride in my decisions and choices.
Now that I’ve been taking better care of my body in terms of exercise (much less obsessive cardio, more variety, since adding in Shredding and P90X) all I need to work on is eating cleaner and engaging in less emotional/mindless eating — which is only counter-productive to all the good I’m doing for my body with my new workout regimen.
I feel like I’m at a real crossroads here in terms of body acceptance. I don’t really care so much about the number on my scale or on the inside of my jeans … it’s an indicator.
I realize I go through this every so often, and I realize I might sound like a broken record to some, but this is real, this is my reality. And it’s nice to have it be a part of me … instead of ALL of me.
If I can be free of disordered eating issues and feel good about my body and stay where I am without a ton of effort or obsession, I think I’ll be in good shape (mentally and emotionally and physically) for the next big step in my life … which is most likely starting our family.
Happy times are ahead, and wasting hours and minutes dwelling on my shortfalls solves nothing. Time to take those weeds by the roots and rip ’em from the ground!
How about you? When do you feel your best? Is it after working out? After handing in a project you’re proud of? Is it fitting into a new size of jeans? Is it eating a piece of carrot cake and not feeling guilty about it?