This is one of those blog posts that are just like… sorry! Not a lot going on here with this. Or rather, nothing new, nothing sparkling. Nothing fancy. Just my head down, plodding along in a daily dance with the elliptical (I love that thing) and BeachBody stuff, if I have the energy. Doing the 21 Day Fix as best as I can.
I’m eating pretty well.
It’s all as it should be.
Okay, so this post is really about motivation, and the piece of motivation I’ve been thinking about is how we can lose weight to feel good about our bodies or fit into clothes we like, yada yada yada, but this is the thing: no amount of fitness is going to transform the way that I feel about myself. I mean, if I don’t love myself when I’m fat, then I’m not going to love myself when I’m thin. I’ll just find different things about my body to pick on. This, I know for a fact because I’ve been very skinny and very fit as well as very fat in my life and I can’t say that I loved myself better at any one of those stages.
So it’s really, really important to me to be in a good space with my body right here, right now, regardless of whether or not I lose 50lbs.
My friends are not my friends because of how fat or thin I am, and I don’t think yours are either. My husband isn’t with me because I’m the size I am and my being skinny won’t make him love me more than my being happy and smiley will. He loves my smile. My kids don’t think I’m the cat’s meow because I’m more or less toned. They love me being fun, they love my heart and they love my arms that hold them.
I’m in this to love myself better – to be fit and fine and to realize that I’m already there, where it counts the most.