I’ve written about my quest for a balanced life before so this could be considered an update, but really it’s just me sharing how another shot has been taken. 🙂 I truly wish to be in balance…to find a flow…a rhythm if you will. I want all aspects of my life to be in sync. That’s not to say I think that all my ducks have to be perfectly lined up for me to be happy.
But what I would love, what I’ve been searching for, is a sort of ability to ‘ride the wave’. Perfection is boring and not what I’m interested in. I would just like to have enough balance in my life that when the tricky stuff comes up I can ride the wave instead of doing a belly flop.
This past week has been stressful and I didn’t accomplish much as far as writing goes. I did however start exercising.
My weight is an issue. The balance I’ve found in this area is to fluctuate by about 3 pounds in one direction and then the other. It’s mind-numbingly frustrating to say the least. My mantra….At least I’m not gaining!
I’d love to drop this weight and fit into the pair of jeans I’ve had tucked away for 15 years…but more importantly I am tired of feeling like a big ball of poo.
So last Sunday I made a decision.
Yup. That is the plan. The weight is not coming off. I am eating better than I have in years. I am proud of what I put into my body. I have no food shame at all. Yet the weight is not coming off.
So instead of focusing on that scale I took out my tape measure and measured EVERYTHING I could wrap it around. From my neck to my ankles.
I made a plan to start walking. My body hurts every single day. Yours would too if you sat most of the day for 15 years. It’s embarrassing to admit that…but it’s true. First step to changing anything is owning it right? I have been like a piece of furniture in my house for 15 years.
I made the choice in that moment. I may not be able to drop weight like I could when I was 15….25….30…but I can focus on being healthy and fit. If the weight still doesn’t come off I will be the healthiest, fittest chubby girl you ever did see.
I’ve walked every single day since…………in West Texas……in July!
10.5 miles and counting. That may not seem like a lot to you. But in the prior 52 weeks I walked zero miles that were intentional for exercise. So I am proud of my 10.5 miles.
Here are a few things I’ve learned.
- Walking clears my head.
- A mantra helps when it gets tough.
- I talk to dogs more than people.
- Go early…it’s July in West Texas
- Bring water….it’s July in West Texas
- Don’t wear a black shirt!!!….It’s July in West Texas.
- It’s o.k to strut a little.
Today I woke up to pouring rain. I thought I would have to dig out my Walk-Away The Pounds DVD’s. But there was a slight break and I ran like Vivi does when she sees a squirrel! I was out the door walking in mere minutes.
We don’t get rain often here and when we do everything floods. Including the duck pond up the road. That means the neighborhood was trashed and every square inch smelled like duck poop.
But I walked.
I’m finding balance by moving more.
With each step towards a life of balance I feel stronger, more confident and more equipped to ride that incoming, unavoidable wave.
Hang Ten Penguins!
Thanks for reading~