Ever since my last post and the decision to stop bashing my body and start living in full appreciation of what I am today, I’ve felt a lot more energetic and happy, too. It feels like a weight has been taken off of my shoulders. My old ways of thinking do try to lurk back in but I’m sure that with mindfulness and practice they’ll fade away.
I feel like this is a topic that I should write more about, how to love your body as it is, all in taking a good care of it. Running, toning up, doing abs and in general moving your body and eating mindfully, and as clean as it feels good, are all good things. But even after that you may not be as skinny as you’d like. Then that’s when you have to do work on yourself in order to accept that your unique weight set point is there where it naturally, without constant battle, falls.
For years I tried to fool myself into thinking that I was super skinny by nature. I still think that I am naturally slim or even thin but not underweight and skeletal. Since my undereating years I’ve had to relearn what my body really looks like, how much food a normal person eats and so on. I am now able, and more and more every passing year, to enjoy food without guilt. I am able to find a BMI of 19 ok and not needing to loose weight. These things take time. I’m sure that I’m not alone with these issues so that’s why I feel like I should write out openly about my feelings even if it can put me in a vulnerable position.
Today my life is a lot happier and a lot fuller than during those years when I was focused on staying as skinny as humanly possible. I’m full of energy and positivity – and I’m sure that these feelings will even grow as I learn to reprogram my thoughts.
On our first night in Boston we took a leisurely walk around the nearby reservoir. Our Airbnb in Boston’s Brookline was an awesome place. We shared the sky lighted top floor, waking up to the spring budding nature and rays of sunlight. The house was a magical family home and our host Hilary had just started airbnbing so she was as excited as us about our visit.
We got to savor oven hot scones for breakfast along with interesting conversations about things like the current American politics. At night we were welcomed to share a glass of red – offer upon which I naturally couldn’t say nay. Boston had us walk a lot, but that’s how I roll anyway.
Tomorrow I’m headed to Montreal but I’ll keep them Boston stories coming in the future. I still got a some cool pics and stories to share. If you want to follow my Montreal adventure, hop over to Instagram. My goal is to post my first ever “My Story” video.
I’m more known for my glamour-loving, sparkle-subjugated take on style. But, I do admit that being somewhat of a fashion victim, I usually end up caving in to a fad or two. I try to do that in moderation. I also strive on thinking how to integrate those latest hype Forever 21 pieces into my overall wardrobe in the long haul. I hate accumulating stuff, in general, so everything that enters my condo has a precise role and purpose.
Plaid shirts have been around long enough now to catch my attention, too. This one is from the aforementioned retail chain. I love me some regular doses of Forevah most likely because their name speaks to the core of my being. I have no intention on getting beyond the legal drinking age. Back to plaids though. I have a penchant for country music – don’t ask, so unexpected huh – and so dressing up cowgirl style kicks my style butt just the right way. The bygone weekend the hubs and I DIYed my pair of jeans, as well. Boy, was that fun.
Spring is pumping in my veins. Yesterday I walked over 3 hours, from a coffee meet with a new friend to a quick sub bite before a play – polished off with a nightly walk in the city back home. My legs want to go. I have no choice but to ride along. Yeehaw!