Life is unfair.

Yep, lemme tell you. Life sure is unfair. Do you ever think that of your life too? I repeating it over and over again last night to myself. Life is unfair. I assume most of us at some point in our lives have had this same thought. AND, if your like me, this “unfairness” of life has been the source of many excuses as to why I just cannot devote any energy to being healthy at a certain point in my life.

I have found myself this past month thinking about how I just have too much going on to concentrate on being healthy right now. Sound familiar? I wonder when life will ever be easy enough, I wonder when I will ever have time to actually dedicate it to being healthy. Are you catching my point here? Life will always be crazy. We will always struggle to figure out how to be healthy, there will always be kids to drive places, family functions, school field trips, kids sports activities, bible studies, ect. So it’s now or never. We have to figure out how to be healthy in an unfair, crazy busy life.

I Stand Corrected
Ok, so it has become clear to me (well, more like ya’ll informed me) that I mislabeled a food from the fair in yesterday’s post. I’m claiming “food comatose” as my defense okay? 🙂

These are NOT elephant ears,
they are Australian Deep Fried Potato’s.

HAHA…I’m such a dork! Whatever they were called, they were good! I had about 1/2 of one and it was covered in cheesy goodness. Oh man, I don’t know how anyone could eat a whole plate of them!

Life is Hard, Food is Easy.
Yep, the title sums it all up. Life is freakin’ hard, folks! I’ve been reading this book and am only about 1/2 way done but I’m very impressed – well, kind of. You see, this whole book is, well, LOGICAL! HA, who would have guessed it!

It talks about really getting to the bottom of eating and analyzing all those deep down feelings. Yep, I know we all hate talking about feelings because gosh darnit, they are painful! Here are a couple of quotes from the book:

“I cheated.” You can’t cheat with food! It’s impossible. You can cheat on your taxes or perhaps on your partner, but you can’t cheat on your diet. The word cheat refers to something illegal or immoral, and food is neither of these. Stop using the word “cheat” when you refer to any aspect of your eating plan. Instead, refer to your behavior as a “choice.”

Figure out how to find “success somewhere” by making progress in one area of your life. Choose a place to start and pick one task you know you can accomplish. For example, maybe you could get back to your exercise program by doing a ten-minute walk after you get home from work. That small success motivates you to eat something healthy for dinner.

Don’t assume you need to fix all areas of your life at once. You just need to get one thing to work. One tiny success will soon over-flow into other areas, helping you improve them as well.

Final thoughts: This is a great book for people who are willing to do some serious soul searching as it relates to any and all aspects of their lives. There is a millisecond of thought that goes into every decision to binge or comfort feelings with food – millisecond, I swear. It’s in this millisecond which you have the power to stop yourself. This book helps empower you to take advantage of that millisecond and to prevent doing something you will wish you hadn’t done.

Tears on the Treadmill
I actually made it to the gym last night night and lemme just say, holy tears!

I could barely breath. My throat felt like shrunk to the size of a soda straw. The humidity in the gym was intense. The treadmills are the 2nd floor of the gym looking down over the entrance of the gym, looking down at the entire 1st floor where all the weight machines & free weights are. There is straight shot of the entrance and you can see the entire group fitness classroom from this 2nd floor.

As I ran on my treadmill, my eyes teared up. I frequently was on the treadmill and would watch as my mom entered the gym, would see her eyes look eagerly up to where I was and wave. I could see all the machines I tried to teach her how to use, the ones she just couldn’t figure out how to sit in without doing some acrobatic somersault. I could see the stair stepper from the 90-minute challenge, and how she was intent on staying on the machine next to me until I was done just to make sure I would be okay.

If I’m honest with myself, I have to allow myself to go through these feelings because whether I like it or not, the grief I have right now is a direct tie to how I feel about eating and my attitude at the gym.

So that’s my story today – me allowing myself to be vulnerable. Being vulnerable is okay. Crying is okay.

My story is grief, but you have life going on too. Are you allowing yourself to be vulnerable?

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