I tell you this because this post is going to be about the State of the Union in terms of my personal fitness and overall health. Don’t worry. I’m not going to bore you with my triglycerides and cholesterol. Instead I’m going to talk about how I feel about being overweight and what I’m presently planning to do about it. One thing I’m going to try? Writing blog posts standing up. It’s the little things, really.
I need to take better care of myself and I need to work on my overall attitude about health and beauty.
I’m a 49-year-old, post menopausal woman. There are some real bonuses to the fact that Aunt Flo packed her bags and split about two years ago, namely, I HAVE NO PERIOD. But there are some downsides and one of them appears to be that I can now gain weight simply by breathing. (Read: metabolism shifts are legit.)
I’ve written about this a lot here in this space. Sometimes I whine. Sometimes I’m super matter of fact. Today I’m just re-stating my intentions to take better care of myself and to be kinder to the reflection I see in the mirror.
I don’t presently love it. I wish I did. I’m sure some of you out there don’t have a problem with this and I envy that. I really do. In fact, whenever I do sit down to write about this stuff, I imagine all those women who have this shit all figured out and look at me, shaking their heads, thinking, “Oh, Cathy… enough already and just fix this.”
Do you ever do that? Not necessarily in regards to health and fitness, but just in general… think that a lot of people have this whole life thing figured out, except for you? Because good God, social media sure enforces this myth, doesn’t it? But that’s a post for another day.
I put the tank on last week and while I don’t presently feel like I’m in true beast mode, I am here and I’m not just throwing my hands up and saying, “I give.”
So much of this comes down to attitude. How I think about all of this stuff is more important that how many pounds I can drop.
I also recently stumbled across Beauty Redefined on Facebook. Initially, I was a little skeptical of their messages. It seemed a little too crafted on some level and then I started to let it in a little; let it touch my mind and heart. I think I was protecting my right to be a mess about all of this stuff, if that makes any sense. I thought, “How can you change the way a woman feels with a message on a Post-It note?”
Then yesterday I read their blog where they shared this post (many of you may have read the “Dear Mum” post at some point over the past few years) and it reminded me that it takes a conscious effort for many of us to change the scripts that play on an endless repeat in our heads. And that is completely on me to keep showing up and chipping away at this ridiculously unattainable standard of beauty in this country.
So maybe that is mom in beast mode after all.
There’s work to be done. For sure.