What do you think about your body? To me the question is difficult. There’s the automatic perky answer, and then there are those darker thoughts that can even ruin a good day if I’m not vigilant in regards to my attitude. I keep telling myself not to compare to others, notably to those countless Instagram fashionista shots that I often gaze. I keep trying not to wish for a flat, tightly skinned tummy since mine hasn’t shown the capacity to get quite there.
I eat clean. My nutrition consists of whole grains, veggies, nuts, fruit and protein like ham, chicken and the occasional egg. I do at least one hour of sports daily mostly using my stepper, or if not then walking, skating, skiing, doing zumba or jogging. I started teaching my own latino aerobics class last August. I used to teach fitness so that has felt gratifying. I have got to deliver a fun and structured class, and the challenge pushes me forward.
That said, I regularly battle with feelings of “I’m not thin enough”. These thoughts have never really left my mind ever since I once discovered the world of body unhappiness at the age of fifteen. Where does that feeling come from? The question is very large and I’m not sure to be able to find the answer, ever. So, I have to work around the issue. You know, my constant quest for positive attitude that transforms life and in the end renders things enjoyable.
What is it then that I can do to love my body the way it is today? Focusing on what I can do, and not so much on what I look like doing it, is a key element. If you don’t allow your body the proper nutrition, you cannot be active to your full potential. A body that eats is a body that has energy to perform. Another thing I can be mindful about is “competing” with myself. We all have our specific genetics and age. Being slim at fourteen is most likely easier than at forty. So, if I am to compare, I should do it with people in my age group in order to give myself a fair chance. Comparing isn’t good though, so the ultimate goal would be to stop following those Insta feeds, or other pictorial impulses that I allow myself to see. If one could just be strong enough to take home the fashion inspiration and leave your own body putting down aside.
As I’ve written this text, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to be more mature about how I see my body. I need to be realistic. I need to appreciate the weight that my body has chosen in the healthy conditions that I have given it. If I do my best in providing good nutrition and daily exercise, so then the weight that my body needs to be happy should make me happy too. The key to happiness then is in changing the way I think of the ideal weight for myself.