A solid point to remember…
When in fear. . . or consumed with stress . . .a few deep breaths can help to slow the body and the mind, and in turn reduce the subject of discomfort to the appropriate size.
I’m still working on this one, and I am certain I’ll be at it for a while. But deep down, I fully believe in this concept, and I am getting better about stopping myself when my thoughts *try* to sabotage my mind, emotions, and body. Like I said...*working on.*
The key is consistency – the efforts we make to apply it to ourselves, every…single…day, regardless of what’s going on around us. In my mind it isn’t necessarily a lofty goal, so much as a slow-and-setady one. It also happens to be an incredibly noble one and – should we truly desire peace in our lives – wholly achievable.
I eat. A LOT. And I eat really healthy foods, which may or may not be a little bit pricey, if in season at all.
I feel blessed in so many ways, and for so many reasons…but I am immensely thankful that I am able to have foods such as scallops, shrimp, and fish every so often. It matters what we put into our bodies and I’m grateful not only that I can have these things to begin with, but also for my better half, who both supports my clean regime, and who always manages to cook them so well.
Once upon a time I harbored and intense fear that no one would be “okay with” my nutritional habits or preferences – to the point it was debilitating. I was judged – often – for my choices, and was convinced I was somehow “too different” or “too difficult” as a result. Fortunately, I’ve learned the error of my ways!
My body is ultra-attuned to certain nutritional guidelines. That said, it isn’t because I imposed them ON myself (back when I had eating disorders, that is exactly what I did. But, thankfully, not now.)
In recovery by body decided what works for it…and what doesn’t. I’ve gained a handful of allergies and intolerances, as well as symptoms when I don’t eat frequently enough – curious, but I’ve learned to honor and respect what my physiology is asking for. It’s changed a lot over the years, and in recovery, and that’s okay.
When I travel, my body is therefore never 100% – being at home allows me to stick to what works best, but that doesn’t mean I can’t (or don’t want to) go anywhere! There are always healthy options to be found, so even if I’m not having my absolute “usual” I still can make solid choices, and set myself up for the best success possible. (Frankly, I’d say scallops multiple times in one weekend is pretty world-class!)
My goals are maintenance – I’m not looking to gain, neither to really lose weight. I want to support my muscles and any physical activities I’d like to do, as well as to function as optimally – and comfortably – as possible. That includes everything from sleeping, to energy levels, to a calm tummy!
Just because I am wired to work on a very specific blueprint doesn’t mean that I can’t live freely, and happily. It takes a little bit of foresight and work, but I love being healthy, at a good weight, and feeling like I can perform well.
As I’ve gotten older, I need more recovery, and sometimes even more food – allowing ourselves to evolve and grow is a beautiful thing. Appreciating the blessings and fortune we have just makes life all the more wonderful. ❤
You are so much stronger than you think.
When you are in the throes of despair, frustration, anger. . .take a moment to b r e a t h e.
Take a moment – at the hardest time at which TO a breath. Feel…allow…the in…and the out.
Remind yourself within that space that you have accomplished so much more than you are giving yourself credit for. You have surmounted obstacles at one time that seemed impossible. You are in charge.
Remember you are a survivor and a fighter and that you will get through it just like you have so many times before.
Once upon a time I worried about what people thought. I worried about if they’d like what I was wearing, if I looked silly, or if the things I enjoyed weren’t “cool.” But it didn’t last particularly long, those worrisome spells, because I simply couldn’t mold myself to fit within the confines that others did.
Boxes didn’t work for me, and I made myself sick – in the short time I tried to care – trying to figure out what I was “supposed to” do, and “supposed to” be. Based on someone else’s definition, by the way. I was like a dodecahedron trying to fit into a triangular shape – I had so many facets, I’d make a gemologist spin, and the “mold” simply didn’t work.
I feel like that was fortunate for me, though. . .because I learned to just do my thing and be, unabashedly, my curiously off-beat self. It’s so much easier when you don’t have to squeeze yourself in to other shapes. It’s SO much easier being authentic than having to remember the details of the “lie” that you pretend to live.
The world doesn’t need more conformists…it needs the beautiful variety that all of us bring to life. It’s not only okay to be you, it’s what you, and everyone else deserves. If someone takes issue, that’s okay – that’s for them to worry about.
Do your thing, and be ridiculous if you want to. Even if it means wearing obnoxiously-printed leggings, leg warmers a la 1982, and Thundercat shoes at age 38.
Happiness is the heart of the beholder. ❤