It’s a bit of an artisan blend…uniquely made in conjunction with the individual it is meant to serve.
But there comes a point where we have to change the story and recognize that life happens FOR us, not to us. That we have the power to focus on what we CAN control, and let our energies flow in a direction that is purposeful rather than pointless.
For me, the girl that walked the mile run in middle school and ate cookie dough for dinner on the regular, that control came from taking on a more healthy lifestyle.
IT CHANGES YOU
Duh, right? Of course fitness changes you. It slims you down, it tones you up, and sculpts here, and it chisels there. That’s all true.
But, the real transformation is internal. The real transformation is the one you can’t see.
As I sit here and reflect on who I was a year ago (left) and who I am now (right) – significantly lighter in mind as well as body – I am more thrilled with what I’ve gained rather than what I’ve lost.
And the list keeps growing.
Perhaps the reason why it took me so long to commit to this – to train the quit out of me – has to do with my previous limiting beliefs about diet and exercise. But what I always considered to be a form of punishment, was actually an important lesson in loving myself.
Not for him, them, or anyone else but ME.
Not for a day, but for every day.
Not to feel good in a dress, but to feel good in my own skin.
Not for a beach-ready photo, but for my mind.
In a time when the glorification of being busy is the latest trend, just the act of choosing to put yourself first is a bit of a rebellious act.
But every time you do, you become stronger, more resilient, and a better you. It isn’t the external results that keep you showing up, but the on-top-of-this-world feeling you get from making yourself proud.
Work on yourself.
The rest will follow.