By “these labels” I mean the ones I was so desperately trying to fit into. Runner, Healthy Living Blogger, and Ambassador, to name a few.
They are getting a little snug, ya know? I need to be able to freaking breathe, and I’m tired of trying to squeeze my donut-loving rear into places it doesn’t belong.
I like to run around the neighborhood… sometimes.
I like to eat healthy food… sometimes.
I like to represent brands… sometimes.
However, there are a lot of the aspects of those particular labels that I abhor. I still pretended to like them anyway. I kept thinking I was doing, eating, and saying things that I was supposed to do, eat, and say.
Well, this right here is my confession post. My coming-out party, if you will. I’m not a fake gal in “real life”, so why should I be here? I do want to say, that people who do enjoy these things or live this way, are doing nothing wrong at all. I’m just tired of trying to fit in to specific groups, when I really don’t belong. I’m just me. I’m done with the facades. The BS.
Here is my truth:
1.) I kind of hate smoothies. Not all smoothies, mind you. I do think adding so many ingredients to them that they no longer even have an identifiable flavor is a little grotesque. Give me simple. Give me fruit and liquid blended together. Hell, throw in some ice cream and we’ll really be talking. Yeah, give me a milkshake. Actually, just give me the ice cream. I enjoy the act of chewing. I can’t change that.
2.) I absolutely hate training for races. That’s probably why I’ve never done it. I always quit. I still have fun at the races, though, so why do I pretend to care if I’m putting forth 100% effort? I’m not an elite athlete, so who gives a crap if I even know what a tempo run is? I just want to have fun and maybe get a little faster once in a while. I still have goals, but I don’t stress about them.
3.) I laugh at the names some people call their foods. Protein powder and any random liquid is not frosting. I can’t act like that’s the same thing as butter blended with powdered sugar. It’s not. One is delicious. I’ll let you figure out which one I’m referring to on your own.
4.) I like Bud Light. Sue me. I wish I had some sort of discerning palate, but I just like beer.
5.) I’ve pretended to like an item, food, or drink before that I didn’t know enough about. I figure, hey, if I’m being honest I should just come right out and say it. I hereby swear I’ll never do it again. I’ve gone back and done some research on some of the things I’ve used, eaten, or drank and I am not a huge fan of the results. Suffice to say, I’m ending my relationship with protein “enhanced” things for the time being. Hindsight is 20/20.
6.) I think overnight oats are repulsive. Unless microwaved. But at that point, why? Why not just have all your dry ingredients together the night before, add your liquid the morning of, and heat? I’m at a loss here. Am I doing it wrong?
7.) I don’t have a cool way to hang my racing medals and bibs. I’m not hating on those that do. Actually, I want a cute rack or something. However, I’m just not into it enough right now to spend money. Seriously, though, I would hang mine. I really would. I just feel like it’s back in elementary school when everyone had a Trapper Keeper and I had one of those cardboard plastic-covered folders that rips two weeks into the year. Color me jealous. I don’t even know why I listed this one. (Update: I made one!)
8.) I really, really, really like the following: diet soda, Captain D’s, fake cheese sauce, and boxed cake mixes. I know they contain things that probably aren’t supposed to be edible, yet I continue to eat them on the reg. I have an interest in healthy eating and nutrition, yet I consume things that I would never even want my child to know exist.
9.) Everything my child eats is not organic, homemade, and lovingly assembled into cute little snack plates. Hell, half of the time we’re eating out of the container on the carpet watching Super Why. Yes, we’ve both also literally eaten off of the floor. I like that we’re a little reckless.
10.) I don’t feel the need to kiss Chobani’s butt. I went through that phase a long time ago, and quickly realized that I really only like a few brands of Greek yogurt. They aren’t one of them. Oh, and for what it’s worth, it doesn’t taste like sour cream on your Mexican meals. Sour cream is freaking delicious. Sure, it’s healthier, but let’s not twist the truth here. I’m not really picking on Chobani, but it was the first brand to come to mind. It’s just the unadulterated, overly-zealous brand love that turns me off a little. If you really and truly love something, that’s awesome. I was faking it.
I’m tired of being scared to say something that doesn’t seem “right” or “inline” with my “beliefs”. I’m not afraid to overuse quotation marks, though. I’m just upset with myself for trying to imitate a style of living and blogging that isn’t really me. I’m a big ol’ mess. I was spending too much time worrying what other people were doing. This post isn’t about what they are doing wrong, it’s about what I was doing wrong. That’s not what I’m about.
You know what I am about? Family. Fun. Food. Fitness. I’m over worrying about the specifics.
Will I still post pictures of my food? Duh. Will I still have fun working out and sharing that? Yup. Will I still share products that I’ve tried? Sure. Will a few of them be sponsored? Yes.
The only thing that’s changing is the need to do anything but be me.