On Wednesday I posted about how I was cranking up the challenge I set myself in January. Well if you don't know anything about that then basically I've always desired to have the guts to flash my 'mum tum'. I've lost weight, toned up but I still look and see so many imperfections. My aim is to help as many women, mums in particular feel good about themselves and embrace good health. To do that I thought I needed to make sure I exercised plenty and stuck to a healthy eating plan and share that. Until recently it hit me hard that those two ingredients aren't the only recipe for good health. More importantly is self worth, pride, respect, confidence, self-esteem the list is endless. You could be absolutely beautiful with a body to die for, but if you feel low when you look in the mirror then sadly your really not that healthy at all despite how hard you work on exercise or nutrition. You haven't paid any attention to your mental health and that's equally as important. I probably sound like a broken record repeating this, but you have to learn to love yourself. I'll hold my hands up and say I'm rubbish at this, until now. Today, right now as I'm typing this post I'm making a commitment to stop worrying about how I look or how I'm perceived and embrace any imperfections. Today I've decided to be proud of all I've achieved with trying to get fit and step out my comfort zone and achieve a goal of mine. The confidence to feel that good that I'd be able to flash my tummy. With the exception of the odd beach trip with just my nearest and dearest it's something I haven't done since becoming a mum. Something I didn't really know if I'd ever do again. Something so simple, but something I get jealous of when I see others having the confidence and frame to do so. I've been beating myself up, telling myself "I haven't got the figure to do it", but the truth is I'm exhausted trying to get to perfect. It's not achievable, so do I give up on my goal or do I think screw it and embrace the pear shape, the stretch marks, the little wobble and bare all. You've guessed it, this crazy lady is getting her mid-section out. Eeeeeekkkkkk! Actually terrified!, but I know it's the final piece to good health to just be contented with how I am. Contented that's all I crave. Sounds bliss, simple but perfect.
Work it Baby is something I'm so passionate about and having my own team for Race For Life is something that makes me want to burst with pride, but I'm sick of preaching to others about loving themselves when I'm frightened to love myself. It feels almost uneasy, cringey, perhaps ignorant, big headed to do so. What will others think?! Will they see vanity if I learn to love myself? How great it must feel to not worry about that. So that's enough of it. End of. I'm working on a chapter of not needing approval. Sod approval. Screw it for a barrel of laughs as I'm going to love myself enough to pluck up the courage to do this. See you at Race For Life in my crop top. I believe when you aren't trapped by fear, your free. It's time for me to pluck up some courage. 5 weeks to go and counting *deep breaths*. I can do this!
Wish me luck and be kind about my display :P