It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions this week. Writing Sunday’s blog post was intensely therapeutic, but also very difficult to write and to admit. Yet, you all proved how supportive you are, and how well, right you are, too. My post-mortem reflects much of what you had to say, and I am truly taking it all in (including those of you who emailed me too, also very sweet and thoughtful. I do feel the love) and reflecting.
So I thought I would create a post on what I love about me.
Please note, it is very difficult for me to compliment myself, clearly, since I am just too good at tearing myself apart, but here goes…and I hope this becomes something I mentally do every single day. Compliment something about myself. As should all of you. It’s a healthy exercise.
I love my smile. I used to hate it because I thought my cheeks were too big and my face was too long. Either I’ve grown into my face (believe me, I was a bobblehead as a child! Huge head, little body!), or it’s grown on me, but now, I dig it. Especially if there is a picture that captures my smile juuust as it turns into a giggle.
I love my drive and perseverance. I will never give up. And I think that’s something that, too, has come with my recent life experiences. I’m at a point where the sky is the limit, and there’s no such thing as no. It feels good to want to improve. All the time. This means physically too. Part of why I am always after challenge after challenge workout-wise. It just drives me.
usually love my arms. When I am in a good weight rotation in my weekly workouts, I love my arms. They feel strong, sturdy and toned. When I ease up in that area, they tend to lose tone relatively quickly. Thus the ‘ usually.’ And when they are tan? Kick-ass. (reason #684 why I love being tan).
I love my sense of optimism. I believe in myself. Again, usually. My meltdown on Sunday disappointed me in large part because I suddenly stopped believing in me. And that’s something I never wanted to do. But no more. I am going to believe in myself, not doubt myself or what I am capable of, physically and mentally.
I love my athleticism. Now, I am not an athlete. Not at all. I consider athletes that can do organized sports, which I cannot do for the life of me. But I think I am athletic and it’s something I am proud of.
I love my sense of humor. Okay, I’m a huge dork. I cackle when I laugh (sometimes). I love dumb humor. I love a good random conversation about stupid stuff. Life’s too short to be too serious, ya know?
Well, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? (okay, it was. a little.) I love this picture and quote and thought it fit well with this theme…simple, yet absolutely my mantra right now.
So…let me ask, what do you love about you?