It’s been several months since I wrote this post about my feelings on my body. I’d like to say a lot has changed, but it really hasn’t.
Christmas/the holidays brought with them the requisite amount of eating, and then Hogmanay brought me to the conclusion that I’d start 30 in the best shape I could be.
But Brigadoon happened, and you’d think all the dancing and extra activity woulda helped. Nope. And then I tried to return to the gym and put my back out. And I think I’ve emotionally and mentally just given up.
I can’t say I’m not disappointed that I’m going to be 30 in a few weeks and I’m in the worst shape of my life. I can’t say I don’t think about it almost constantly. I can’t say that I’m not worried about what my mother will say when she sees me (she means well, but).
I can say that I want to change. That I want to make the small changes. That I do believe it’s possible. But I can’t do too much at once and run away again.
And I honestly think it needs to be a priority. I need to make me a priority.
So I’ll try and keep the blog updated on my progress over 2014 but I just wanted to check in and share. I’m not happy, but I will be. I’m staying positive. And I have so much to look forward to in the next 6 weeks. I am so much more than what I look like.
I like who I am inside (well, most of the time), and that’s the most important. And I need to stop being such a dick to myself. I tell myself negative things every day when I really need to be saying to myself, “Okay. This is where you’re at. And this is where you’ll be next year. No rush. Don’t panic. You’re awesome. You can do it.”
People are dicks enough to you without you being a dick to yourself. I should be my best supporter, my biggest cheerleader, a good friend to myself. There’s no way in hell I’d let the people I love feel and say these things about themselves, but I do it to myself every day? I need to change.
It’s okay to be disappointed. But it’s better if you just get up and try.