I am uneasy and feeling blah for a couple of weeks. Hormones are likely to blame. I also had a lovely tension headache for about 3 days off and on last week. Nothing makes you more full of life and happy than a tension headache.
I chose to look on the bright side posting this to FB:
on the bright side is hard when you are on day 3 of a tension headache.
But I am. Three things I am thankful for: the wonderful friend who made
a massage work for me in her busy schedule (love visiting with you as
much as the massage), the GNO with another friend that was FUN and took
away the headache temporarily (also the wine, good food and laughs) and
the amazing friends my boys have. We are blessed in so many ways. Go
ahead and hurt head, you cannot break me.
After some pondering, because that's what I do, I have come to conclude that I need to do some re-evaluating of my goals and aspirations related to fitness but more importantly body image.
I have been inundated with pictures of perfect bodies in barely there bikinis of late and regardless of my own self body image, good or bad, this has been affecting me more than I thought.
I know people who post those pictures do so because they are really proud of what they have achieved, and rightly so, and also because they might inspire others.
When that is what I see, day in and day out and then I look at myself in the mirror, there are two possible outcomes (okay maybe more but I go back and forth between these particular two), I get inspired and work hard to be like them (guess what, I never get there, unattainable much?!). Or I think for the love of Pete, I look like crap compared to them. I am worthless and hopeless and I will now eat a tub of ice cream (and you know how bad it is when I will knowingly eat dairy!).
Let me explain.
You all know me and what I look like.
I am a healthy weight and body fat percentage. I am overall a healthy person. I rarely get sick, I get enough sleep and I eat pretty reasonably.
I do not wear bikinis. I have cellulite. My belly button has been influenced largely (HA!) by the miracle of birthing my two of my three favourite boys in the entire universe.
I have body fat. And here is where I am going to lay it out there. I am actually supposed to have body fat. And way more than these people in barely there bikinis.
So for my own sanity and healthy body image, I do not need to look like those girls. And consequently I don't want to see those pictures because it's a vicious cycle of self-loathing.
(Facebook settings are very helpful here. I like the people, they are awesome. This is about me. And my needs.)
What it comes down to is that I don't need to look amazing in a bikini. Because oh my word are there more important things for me to focus on and my worth is not based (in any amount whatsoever) on how I look in or out of a bikini.
Now if my heart and mind could get together on this, that would be all kinds of perfect.