What if I told you that I was going to not let you judge yourself on
the scale number
what food you ate
how much you exercises
what your inches are
what clothes you fit in
Then….what would be your focus? Where would you find validation? Where would your happiness come from?
I think..that’s where I am throwing myself into…
~Mish
Gonna try to fall back asleep, cause it’s 4am
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Oh that’s tricky! I like it!
Oh that’s good. Cause I wouldn’t have to shift anything. I mean I CARE about those things. But nothing even comes close to being the only one that can calm Chickadee from a hyperventilating mess to a snuggly squishy ball of heaven. Or squeezing Beansprout till his eyes bulge or reading miss THANG Anne of Green Gables.
Best of all is driving Hubbend crazy with my hips or my smile. Or writing something I’m pleased with. Do I still get those things for my measuring stick?
I’m liking where this is going…
My happiness comes from:
Connecting
Relating
Writing
Expressing myself
Challenging myself in my own way
Being in nature
Being understood
Understanding
Loving
Being loved
Figuring myself out
To be continued…
I think that those numbers should not even be an issue. I find it liberating that I don’t even know my weight. I haven’t used scales in close to 8 years. Lots of my face book friends are dieting at the moment and get depressed over a 200g weight gain. Shit, there are more important things in life than 200g of fat.
I think it is part of the problem why some of us have a hard time with maintenance, what do you focus on when the number on the scale is no longer going down?
For me happiness comes from
loving
being loved
taking care of those I love
making someone smile
being in nature
cooking something delicious
learning something new
walking outside
talking to a friend
being the best me I can be
I’d say, “I’m in.” I usually don’t judge myself on those things, and I hope I am getting wiser as I get older in relying on them less and less as the measure of my worth. As I have said before (on my blog, maybe?), how can I question my value and worth when my niece and nephew think I am the best thing since sliced bread?!
I don’t know the answer, but just reading this allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief for just one minute while I imagined.
I felt the same way. Have you heard of the book ‘Women God and Food’. I looked at it yesterday on Amazon and listened to her speak for about 2 minutes on the video. I loved what she said ‘food shouldn’t be the best part of your life’. Then I read a blog post..I need to send it to you…and it just hit me..at 4am. Dear God, I hope that there’s more to me then scales, points, calories, guilt, bingeing, dieting, punished exercise….WAIT…YES THERE IS! Hugs love! ~M
A friend once asked me why I run so much (I don’t think it’s that much) and I replied “I feel so alive when I run”. That’s one of the moments when I feel happy but I also love the feeling of contentment. Being with my beloved husband, working in the garden and hearing my neighbor kids playing ball make me happy and very contented.
content..that’s what I am striving for.
My focus, if it’s not on me and my body, is on relationships. I am married to a youth pastor, and I LOVE it. I love developing deep relationships and pouring in to people. I think that is how I am made, and probably, how a lot of people are made. We’re really quite relational; of course, as a blogger, you know this.
I get validation out of knowing I (along with everyone else) was made uniquely, exploring that, and acting accordingly.
Those are my thoughts at the end of a work day:-).
I have to agree, I love people…regardless of our differences.