With today being the day after Easter, my newsfeed has been filled with infographics of how much exercise to do to burn off the Easter goodies.
As I’ve been on this journey of health, fitness, and wholeness I’ve realized how many times I’ve fallen into this trap of punishing my body because of something (or many somethings) that I’ve eaten. Maybe you do this too?
I’ll do an extra 1/2 hour on the treadmill because I ate those cookies.
I’ll workout this morning so that tonight I can eat cake after dinner.
I’m going to push extra hard today so that I can nosh on chips and salsa at the birthday party tonight.
Or maybe it’s not punishing your body, but your mind because of your indulgence.
I did it AGAIN. I’ll never be able to lose the weight.
I can’t seem to get this right. I might as well start again on Monday. Let’s eat junk the rest of this day (week, month) so I get it out of my system to start on Monday.
I finally got down to my goal weight and will not have that cake at my daughter’s birthday because it will cause me to get fat again. Will power don’t fail me now.
You are such a loser. How many times are your going to start again? This cycle has been with you your whole life, you might as well just give up.
I could go on and on and on. This has been my life cycle. This is the cycle of so many women that I know (men too).
Food is not the issue.
The issue is much much deeper.
And it is more widespread than I ever realized until I started training in this field. I still struggle and I’ve been training in health and fitness for over a year now.
I got to the point that for the 1st time in over 16 years I was actually losing weight. Then I fell off the wagon. Slowly, but it happened. For about 4 months, I’ve been chasing after the wagon to jump back on, but just can’t seem to keep my grip.
I know how good I felt following a system that I *knew* I was going to hate. I know how much energy I had. I know how easy it was. I loved not having sweet treats call to me all.the.time. I loved how my clothes were starting to fit. I swore that I would NOT go into my 38th birthday feeling the same way and looking the same way that I did on my 37th birthday.
Now, here I am closing in on 38 and I’m still the same weight (I gained back what I lost). Still in the same clothes. Tired all the time again. Back pain again. Cranky again. Craving sugar again.
I get it. I’m in it with you. However, one thing is different this time.
I REFUSE TO HATE MY BODY.
I refuse to punish my body because of the choices that I consciously made. I refuse to fall back into the trap of picking apart my capable body. I refuse to starve myself to compensate for too many indulgences. I refuse to injure myself pushing past exercise limits because my food choices have been less than stellar. I won’t do it. I am not worth less because I backslid a little, as far as healthy eating is concerned.
I refuse to condemn a body that is still able. Still able to exercise. Still able to walk. Still able to run. Still able to kickbox. Still able to take care of my family. Still able to chew my food. Still able to prepare food that is good for me. Still able to do all the activities with my family that I want to.
Am I a little irritated at myself that I’m not yet where I want to be? yep
Am I a little irritated that I let myself go back to where I started? yep
But I can be irritated, annoyed, frustrated and not stay there. I can feel those things and not shame or hate my body. I can feel those feelings and not start to hate the way my body looks and feels.
Instead, I will be grateful. I will be grateful that I am able to start again. I am grateful that I have the ability to move. I have the ability to take care of my family. I have the ability to use a system that is so easy to follow. I have the ability to eat real, non-processed, healthy food because it’s available. I have the privilege to make better choices, I’m not forced to eat something less than nutritious because that is all that is available to me.
I have so much in this life. I will continue to look for things to be happy about. I will continue to pursue thankfulness. I will continue to feel my feelings but I will use them as motivation to move forward. I only fail when I stop trying. I know that I’ve learned lessons during these months of backsliding. I will use those lessons to propel me forward. I will start again.
We have got to stop punishing ourselves or feeling guilty when we step out of our goals.
Our bodies are amazing. We need to treat them as such. Stop the punishment. Stop the rules. Stop stepping out of life because you are so focused on every.little.morsel of food.
Sometimes you have to be happy with good enough. Eat healthy food because you want to feel strong. Eat healthy because you want to have an amazing quality of life. Eat healthy because you want to feel comfortable in your clothes. But don’t punish yourself when you slip a little.
There are so many more layers of why we fall off the healthy eating wagon…..but I won’t go into them in this post. I will just leave it at this…..
Stop punishing yourself for eating. Stop hating your body.
Move your body because you are able. Move your body because it’s good for stress relief. Move your body because it helps you feel energized. Move your body to stay in the best health you can. Move your body to give thanks that you can.
BUT don’t move it because you ate out of an Easter basket. Or some pizza. Or your birthday cake.
Is this your mindset? Do you struggle with this? What about yourself can you appreciate so that it changes your perspective? Let’s chat, leave a comment below!
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