And all of a sudden, not just one, but three years have passed since my last post!! To say that they were a whirlwind would be putting it mildly. But once again, I'm determined to pursue blogging, for no greater purpose other than to assist me in committing to my goals.
2017 marks my 30th birthday and so what better way to kick it off than by completing the Whole 30 food program. It is one of my building blocks to becoming a 'whole 30' by the time I celebrate my actual birthday in July. In the last three years I have experienced some extreme ups and downs and have allowed them all to become excuses to postpone my focus/efforts on health, mind and body. I am blessed with a naturally slim figure but, similarly to many people, am never fully satisfied. I often refer to myself as 'fin' meaning fat/thin, convincing myself and others that my figure is actually an optical illusion. I'm at a point where I don't feel comfortable in a bikini, even though I know that I'm not realistically over-weight. So, no more excuses, I'm determined to work hard at my eating habits and exercise and to stop coming up with excuses for the way I look and rather to be proud. And a by-product of better eating habits and exercise should be a healthier lifestyle to facilitate ageing gracefully.
As females we are put under so much pressure to look a certain way, but admittedly a lot of it is either self inflicted or a result of fellow female peer pressure. From a young age I have received comments about the appearance of my weight. I'm sure that often they were intended as compliments, but I unfortunately started to receive them negatively. By improving my lifestyle, I intend to improve my frame of mind and mental associations with the female figure so that, should I be lucky enough to have children one day, I can pass on a positive mind set. There are more important things to be concerned about.
Was there a moment that finally pushed me to this point? Yes. My knees. Of all my body parts, I have never been bothered by my knees until I saw a recent photograph of them and felt disgusted. In my mind I'm convinced that if the photograph was cropped and you had to guess the age of the person, you would guess the age of someone more than 10 years my senior (and unfit). Sometimes it takes something ridiculous to give you the last push that you need.
So, I've prepped my lunches for the week and had my last boozy drink (for the next 30 days). Here's to staying committed this time!
2017 marks my 30th birthday and so what better way to kick it off than by completing the Whole 30 food program. It is one of my building blocks to becoming a 'whole 30' by the time I celebrate my actual birthday in July. In the last three years I have experienced some extreme ups and downs and have allowed them all to become excuses to postpone my focus/efforts on health, mind and body. I am blessed with a naturally slim figure but, similarly to many people, am never fully satisfied. I often refer to myself as 'fin' meaning fat/thin, convincing myself and others that my figure is actually an optical illusion. I'm at a point where I don't feel comfortable in a bikini, even though I know that I'm not realistically over-weight. So, no more excuses, I'm determined to work hard at my eating habits and exercise and to stop coming up with excuses for the way I look and rather to be proud. And a by-product of better eating habits and exercise should be a healthier lifestyle to facilitate ageing gracefully.
As females we are put under so much pressure to look a certain way, but admittedly a lot of it is either self inflicted or a result of fellow female peer pressure. From a young age I have received comments about the appearance of my weight. I'm sure that often they were intended as compliments, but I unfortunately started to receive them negatively. By improving my lifestyle, I intend to improve my frame of mind and mental associations with the female figure so that, should I be lucky enough to have children one day, I can pass on a positive mind set. There are more important things to be concerned about.
Was there a moment that finally pushed me to this point? Yes. My knees. Of all my body parts, I have never been bothered by my knees until I saw a recent photograph of them and felt disgusted. In my mind I'm convinced that if the photograph was cropped and you had to guess the age of the person, you would guess the age of someone more than 10 years my senior (and unfit). Sometimes it takes something ridiculous to give you the last push that you need.
So, I've prepped my lunches for the week and had my last boozy drink (for the next 30 days). Here's to staying committed this time!
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