You know, epiphanies tend to happen when we least expect it. It’s kind of like dating. You know how when you were (or maybe still are) dating and looking for “The One”? And people kept telling you to the point where you wanted to stab them in the neck with a pencil that you would find The One when you least expected it…when you stopped looking? Yeah…epiphanies are kind of like that.
And yes, epiphany is a strong word to use, but I think it fits for what I’ve realized this week…mostly today, actually. I’ve realized that this blog and my life and my focus and my journey have to be less about my weight and more about becoming the woman I want to be.
When I am losing weight (or gaining weight, for that matter!), it is so easy to become fixated on my weight. And then that fixation takes over everything, and even if I’m maintaining (mostly) or otherwise “doing well” (whatever that means) with my weight, I still obsess. Or I transfer the obsession from weight to something else – like what I eat. It’s almost as though I’ve been on a quest for perfection, and if one thing is going well and not satisfying my habit of being imperfect or focusing on imperfection, I find something else to be annoyed with.
Pretty dumb, huh?
So today I was reading Brandon’s guest post over at MizFit’s place, and he said this:
Gradually, I’ve been learning to not put so much emphasis on that number staring back at me on the scale. I’ve lost 90 pounds so far, and even though I’ve got probably 10-15 pounds more that I’d like to lose, my focus lately has been much less on my weight, instead shifting to becoming the best version of me that I can be.
That shift in his focus really spoke to me. I feel like that is a shift I need to make and, in fact, have sort of been trying to make without even realizing it, or being able to articulate it. I am no longer 100+ pounds overweight. I am no longer unable to do the things I want to do in life because of my weight. The world, quite frankly, is my oyster. So who do I want to be? What do I want to do?
I know part of the answer to those questions. I want to be vibrant and healthy and fit and strong. I want to run a half marathon. I want to run a sub-30 minute 5K. I want to be a loving, fun, supportive wife, friend, sister, daughter, and – soon – mom. I want to be excellent at my job and know that I am helping people. And yes – I want to be smaller. Probably about 50-ish pounds smaller, if I have to guess. But where that goal used to be THE! MOST! IMPORTANT! THING! EVER! …now it’s just one of many goals.
And you know what? That’s okay. It’s okay that I’m not at goal. It’s okay that I still want to get there. But it’s also okay that I no longer want to be consumed with that. It’s okay to look at my body, flaws and all, and be so very happy to be here, now. Nothing is perfect. I’m sure not. My body isn’t. And none of the above (or anything else) ever will be. The Crazy Thing right now? Is that I don’t want it to be.
Somehow, in the span of two days, I have gone from absolute angst over my struggle, to peace about where I am and where I’m going (even though I don’t even know where that is!). I’m sure I’ll cycle back and forth many more times in life – that’s just the nature of it. And I guess that’s why I’m feeling okay today. Life isn’t about perfection. It’s not about never struggling. It’s about knowing that the good days, bad days, and in-between days are all part of the deal. And you can either fret and stress and obsess over every little detail, or not.
So this is me – not. Not obsessing. Not fretting. Not stressing. Not giving up, either. Not sure what the immediate future holds. Not having to be in control of every-freaking-thing in life. Or at least telling myself that I’m not. Because we all have to start somewhere, right?

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