This is one of my favorite songs of all of the ever. Mostly because I love the band, but today on my run I noticed that its message fits right in with something I’ve been thinking about… and that running is a great metaphor for the pursuit of change, particularly because I’m very mediocre at it ;)
This blog is about empowering positive lifestyle/habits. The thing is, once you make time and room and energy to do the things you want to do… well, sometimes it’s not easy to actually do them. Some goals are bigger than a free afternoon and more complicated than steps 1 through 3.
But that isn’t a good reason to try only sometimes or just enough. I mean, what’s the point in having the balls and freedom to make choices if you’re not fully invested, right?
You can’t wait for good things to happen to you— you have to make them happen for yourself. It’s not very romantic, and I wallow about that as much as the next person, but at the end of the day, hard work is what the best things are made of.
So when I truck/heave/tumble up and down the muggy Wisconsin swamp land and my legs hurt and I’m gasping for breath and watching the stupid college girls sprint by in their sports bras and abs and I think I need to stop… I don’t.
I tell myself, “Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean you can’t do it” and I finish my course. (Another good mantra, for health habits anyway, is, “This is making my ass look awesome.”)
Focus on your progress towards the goal, not the pains it takes to get there, and push yourself. Yes, the journey is part of the experience, but you can’t lose sight of your motivation or you’re just running in circles, huffing and puffing, and hoping to God you don’t pee your absurdly tight stretchy pants.
You really don’t know how much your capable of unless you pack your proverbial punch. Fuck everyone running by you in crop tops. Stay focused on your goal, tell yourself positive things and keep pushing!!!
One of my favorite things in life: when true wisdom comes in unexpected places (e.g., with cake and godzilla jokes).
This inspired me today… to do my own thing, to enjoy growing pains, to forgive myself when it sucks just to try and, ya know, try again.
And to keep avoiding things that make me someone I don’t like. Don’t wanna be a baked potato!!
Healthy is the new happy’ ya’ll. Forget about what you can eat/wear/buy and relish in what you can DO!
Personally, I’m working on 5k training, writing a book and eating as much fresh fruit pie as summer can give me. But you do what you gotta do :)
I recently moved out of state, and, though my life has changed drastically, one of the most poignant changes I’ve seen has been in myself.
I do miss my friends and family, and some days I do feel a bit isolated and lonely. After a month, everyone here is still a basically a stranger, and— being unemployed for most of it and consequently very frugal— I’ve only spent time with a handful of people. An interesting side effect of this has been something I do not miss and has made me feel healthier than I have in a long time: I’m not instinctively comparing myself to everyone around me… success, relationships, body, intelligence, humor, shoe brands…
I noticed it for the first time when I got my box of summer clothes out to put shorts on for a particularly muggy day. Being a ripe and ‘round the block 30+ years, I have a small range of sizes of clothing, and so, as I got the shorts out, I found myself wondering which were appropriate. And was consequently very confused.
How can I not know what size I am? I mean, I have a mirror… and let’s be honest, usually I’m grossly, narcissistically, begrudgingly aware every of it minute of the day!
How fascinating that time away from people (and faceboob) has had such a strong effect upon my self-awareness, er, vanity. Obviously I felt both triumphant at shedding the anxiety and pathetic for having been so inherently tied to it before, but mostly I just wanted to run around naked and scream, “I have a pretty good ass!”
So is the victory successful denial/ignorance? Freedom from judgement? Both, I think, but more so the latter. I mean, of course it’s easier to feel like the big fish in a small pond— and I’m well-aware that I’m still the same old curvy weirdo that I was before— but, more importantly, I think a new start, in any form, allows for you to let go of the preconceived notions, baggage and successes/failures you had had on your proverbial slate.
I always fantasized about how great it would be to move somewhere far away and create a new image for yourself, but I never thought about the effect it would have on my own self-image. Being outside communities that attached so many identifiers to me (some since childhood), I don’t feel the weight of them anymore. For example, I’m not going to run into people from high school and automatically feel like the shy-weird-girl-turned-fatter-still weird-heathen. I’m not going to go into a former place of work and know that certain people remember me as the person who quit in a huff after a particularly tense argument with the boss. I’m not going to have to small-talk with exes at weddings and try my darndest not to seem crazy/unhappy/ugly.
Of course I don’t think of myself as any of those things, but it’s who I felt like in their eyes and, no matter how much confidence I had, I felt like I had to face it with each interaction. So many years and experiences and rumors and fights and reconciliations and expectations create a reputation, for better or for worse. It’s inevitable. And no matter who you are, you carry that persona with you. Sometimes it’s easy to brush off, sometimes it sucks.
I hate realizing that I let what other people think affect me so much, and it’s equally disturbing to realize how our culture cultivates such self-consciousness. I’m really happy to walk away from it. Less socialization, less commercialism, less tv and internet. More quality time with loved ones, more outdoors and exercise, more solitude. Doing what I want to do without the shadow of expectations following me around. *Liking* who I am, not because others do, but because I’m HAPPY this way.
SO. In light of being generally less inhibited, I’ve been spending much more time doing things I love to do LIKE WEARING SHORTS, and it’s so cool to experience my own motto in a big way. I’ve shaken one of more elusive shits and living much better for it.
Off to make a big breakfast and not count the calories :)
Summer tends to get full quickly— full of fun things as well as work, no doubt, but full, busy, and exhausting all the same.
Take some time out to be alone, stretch out, breathe in the warmth and bask in the goddamn sun on your face! And if you’re lucky enough to be by some sea, enjoy the water between your toes, too!
It’s good to be alive and free to enjoy it!!!
I just tried a yoga/toning dvd that I’ve had for awhile. Ouch, but over all, I liked it. And the instructor was kinda funny, and that always helps.
The result: heartburn, I have to poop, my back feels awesome and my wrists hurt like hell. I think most of those are good things, or at least signs that my body did something. Anything that helps digestion is a friend of mine.
I looked like an awk elephant, I’m sure, but you have to start somewhere, I guess. Maybe in a week or so, I will be able to do it without heaving!
*Nothing pisses me off more than people romanticizing the Great Gatsby quote
“I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.” Oh, great! Love seeing this picture over Instagram photos of lipstick and flowers and shit. Daisy Buchanan was a…
TRUTH. Daisy is terrible and is meant to be. The point of the book/movie/story is not lost love, but that Daisy (and all of the beauty, luxury and bravado she represents) is an illusion and a stumbling block to the mighty. I think Dapper Sex God, er, Leo, er, Gatsby even says that to some extent at some point. F Scott may have been a lavish drunk, but he was smart, goddammit. Everybody tap dance!