Thursday, January 16, 2014

Scales, who needs em?


I wrote this message to my two best friends this morning.  Then I realizes it was way too long so I turned it into a post. We have accountability day on Wednesday where we text each other our weight, and the work outs we've been doing or not doing. I did a cleanse this past week because I had been shoving anything and everything I could fit into my mouth. And was sort of feeling horrible. My cleanse made me feel amazing but also made me crazy. Here's what's up:



Hi loves! 
This morning and every morning actually,  I weigh myself and I think about that .5 of a pound I could have lost if I didn't eat that brownie. My phone rang this particular morning and it was mama jean. (Robs grandma and the sweetest lady alive). She called and interrupted me nagging myself about how I needed to be at the gym like now. She called just to tell me how much she loves me and is proud of me and for ten minutes found different variations to say, "I love you". After two minutes I was thinking, "oh em gee. She is looney!" And then after five minutes she had worn me down and I was actually listening to her  sweet, angelic voice! And I was hearing her tell me to stop all the worrying. That I was perfect the way I was. And at that point I realized I am the looney tune. I'm the one who's been talking to myself all morning and not even saying nice things! 
 Mama jean has reached the peak and stayed there. The peak is the point in life you realize what life really is and stop caring about all the nonsense. The peak is balance. 
When I hung up the phone it was like God had sent me an angel in mama jean this morning. She had stopped me mid-thought on my way to self destruction.  And she had filled me up. It made me realize maybe, just maybe thinking is not my strong suit and doing is much, much easier for me. Go workout and feel better instead of thinking about how working out and eating healthy is so unbelievably not fair.  
A healthy lifestyle is so important for all of us but it's all about balance. 
We have to feed ourselves with positive and encouraging thoughts. We have to especially do this if we plan on loving others. If we don't love ourselves we can't accurately and fully love others. There's a good balance between a healthy number on the scale and getting on the scale three times a day to check and see if your latest dump made a difference. Your either on one side or the other mostly. Your either not caring enough about yourself and forgetting that health and food and exercise are amazing tools to a better life OR you care so much every app on your phone is a weight loss app. I know there's a balance. Just like everything in life there's a balance. 
Maybe admitting I can't stinkin find the balance is the first step. 
I hate assumptions therefore I am assuming it's more than just me and my two best friends fighting that New Years Resolution slump right now. And so I think we need some encouragement. 
dear Meg and H, (insert friends name here) 
I am so happy we are accountable for each other. I am thankful I have both of you to tell me the brownies and the chips will not make me feel better. I am thankful that you still love me even when I don't listen to that. I vow from this day forward and forever more that a healthy lifestyle will mean exactly that. Heathy. And healthy means positive in positive out. Healthy means being a looney tune like mama jean and embracing it. Because just like money, you don't take any of that with you when you leave. Thank goodness. Let's forget the New Years resolutions and focus on finding the balance. Let's be Mama Jeans today. And in her words - "I love ya honey. I love ya so much. I just love you and I'm proud of ya. I love ya. You'd never know how much I love ya. I love you more than Yankees baseball. We just need to soak up the love and forget bout all other things because I just love ya so much."

I have to go now because robbie just walked in and said, "was my appointment at 1:30 yesterday or today?" It's 1:49 right now. So. Ya. 
Xo 
HE>i

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