Realizations

I've been talking a lot lately about weight loss.

Weight loss is one of those topics where everyone believes that what they believe is right. Which is cool. You have that right to believe whatever you want, even if it's wrong. I typically don't like to discuss workouts with people who are so set in their beliefs that they won't even listen to yours. (For a parallel thought of mine, switch out the word "workout" for "religion" or "politics". All three of these are typically topics I only discuss with Joshua).

So I'm not going to give you workout advice here, because you don't want it, right? If you did want it, you'd ask for it.

What I am going to tell you is that no amount of working out or dieting is going to make you happy unless you're realistic about yourself.

This is going to sound like the dumbest thing in the world, but it really happened to me.

Before our wedding I lost weight. After our wedding I gained weight. That isn't the ridiculous part.

The ridiculous part is that one day I was in the car and had this revelation in my head. I realized that I need to let go of the thought that one day I will be tall & thin. I will never be Eva Mendes.

I can promise you, that at 25 years old, and 5'2", I will never be tall, and with the body type I've been given, I will never be thin. The truth is, I don't want to be thin. I want to be strong with less fat. I mean really, you've got to work with what you've been given, right? I am under no illusion that I will be sports-bra-girl at the gym, or will I ever be "willowy". It isn't going to happen.

And I'm ok with that.


What is your goal?