I love to travel. Nothing thrills me more than to pack a bag and take a road trip to a place I have never been. What I hate about road trips, however, is when these trips take place in the summer months. When it's cold, I'm a styling genius. I wrap myself in pretty scarves, knee high boots, and cute jackets. But when the warmer months hit, my body image issues surface in a very real way. While packing for my trip with my mom this weekend, it became quite apparent that between summer of last year and May of this, my weight ballooned quite a bit. The shirts that I planned to pack for my weekend trip no longer fit and you better believe the frustration level hit very fast. I shouldn't be in position right now where I have to go buy LARGER clothing. I was prepared for the fact I would need to go buy smaller clothes at some point, but it feels like a backwards step to realize I still need to add bigger clothing to my wardrobe.
This only brings to light more full that I have had two months of really only doing okay on my efforts. I started strong, but the motivation of something new and exciting is starting to wear off. I wrote last night about how I probably needed to buy another medal to earn so I can get the reward high. Having to go buy new shirts today before we head out is like an anti award. Don't get me wrong, I'm a woman, and I love to shop, but funds are tight right now and it wouldn't feel like such a big deal if I could say I was buying smaller sizes.
I have to find a way to shake myself out of this slump I have found myself in. I'm still dedicated to working on me; it's on my mind every day. But thought is just that; thought. It's an invisible process that shows no physical progress unless it meets action.
But that's just it isn't it? Dedication means nothing as a thought. I have a dedication to preserving history thought photography and exploring abandoned buildings, but if I only think about going out for a drive to take pictures, it proves nothing. Those thoughts are invisible desires and wants that will never manifest themselves in my physical world until I put action behind them. My health is no different. I can sit here all day thinking about going for a walk and how it will improve my overall health, but the longer I sit here, the more times slips away for me to prove it's important to me. Actions really do speak louder than words. It's a cliché saying that we brush off, but it couldn't be more true. I'm glad I took some time to sit down and get my thoughts out of my head. It's helped me process this morning and how I have been feeling overall. I need to write this somewhere that I can see it.
"Thought is just that; thought. It's an invisible process that shows no physical progress unless it meets action. Let your desires and wants manifest in your actions, and you will find results." -RSpragen
This blog is dedicated to preserving my journey to living a healthier and more fully alive life by chronicling my struggle with PCOS, my goal to become a runner, and the experiences I have along the way.
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