I have been overweight my whole life. That’s the guy I was 10 years ago. But like most blanket statements it’s more complicated than that.
Living in the now is wonderful, being mindful in the moment is a lovely place to be, but there is a future, and if I want it to be a happy, less painful, more active one, I need to start investing in myself now.
I will be changed either way, it is my choice how that goes about. With grace or with gnashing of teeth. With dignity or despair.
As I was journaling about this the other morning, this occurred to me: so much of our lives is spent not loving, but wanting to love. And that is a choice.
If you listen closely to this negative self-talk a lot of it seems to be coming from a place of confusion. As if the person uttering it feels not just that they are wrong but that even their ways of being wrong are wrong!
I have never met a broken person, or someone who is hopeless. I have only met superheroes who are temporarily blind to their own powers.
I am completely late with this blog entry because all last week I really struggled with everything I tried to write; nothing seemed to be important, nothing seemed like it would make any sort of contribution at all.