I’m not talking literal lenses here. I mean, I don’t own a pair of Oakleys, or whatever the best fitness sunglasses are. I actually kind of look like a tool in sunglasses, so I choose not to wear them often. That means I’ll prematurely age thanks to squinting-induced crow’s feet. Okay, maybe I do need sunglasses to work out in. Anyway, all of that was really beside the point.
What I’m talking about here are my figurative lenses. You know, the ones that filter my world and often times distort the view. Everyone sees life from a unique perspective, right? This is especially true when it comes to health and fitness. Honestly, I tend to think that I’ve really developed a pretty balanced idea of what a “healthy” lifestyle is. Basically, I happily eat my fruits and veggies with an occasional side (or two) of cake. Recently, though, I’ve lost sight of that. The image has been a little more fuzzy. I’ve been letting outside influences alter my ideas of what it means to be happy, healthy, and fit. Not cool.
Confession time. I’ve been skipping posting lately, because I’ve been embarrassed about the lack of intensity in my workouts. And by lack of intensity I pretty much mean lack of working out at all. Isn’t that pathetic? First off, I doubt anyone cares what I’m up to. Secondly, I shouldn’t care even if they do. Finally, why are any of these things even crossing my mind?
I need to get back to what I know. I have a toddler, a full-time job, and a house that doesn’t clean itself. I value my health, but I also value my time. I love to work out, but I also love to relax with my boys. I love leafy greens, but I also seriously dig donuts. I may not be the epitome of health and fitness, but I choose to define what healthy and fit mean to me.
Yes, I make excuses. But I also live my damn life. Is that anything to be ashamed of? I think not. At the end of the day, I know I’m doing what I need to do for myself. It sucks to get wrapped up in all the BS, but it happens. I seem to go through phases with this. For a few months, I’ll breeze through life with a smile. Then I’ll stress about work. Or lack of sleep. Or pretty much anything I can think of. When I’m stressed about other things, I’ll also stress about my health. For probably no reason other than actively focusing on the negative. I let it snowball. I should be thrilled with my little life, not listing off reasons why it sucks. Like a total d-bag.
I’m healthy. I’m happy. I’m fit. On my terms. By my own definition. What else do I need to know? That’s right. Nothing. Now someone teach me how to remember this, so I don’t do this again a month from now.