I'm a bridesmaid in February and have been feeling a bit ashamed of putting on 35 lbs in a year and a bit. So I joined a Diet Bet. I exercised for one day so far and now I feel spent. I think I overdid it on day one.
Why do we feel this intense pressure to look a certain way? Why is it so hard to love our bodies? Why can't I keep up my motivation?
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Perfect?
I feel like I've written about this before, but I need to do it again to remind myself.
No one is perfect. Especially not me. But I am trying to be better. I need to know as I binge eat mini chocolate bars sometimes, that we won't always eat the best. I need to know as I lay down on the couch just having woken up, that sometimes, we need lazy tired days. I need to know that I can't always hold my tongue and keep my temper in check. I am trying, but I cannot accomplish these things. And I need to be okay with that. The pressure placed on parents to be perfect these days is immense and overwhelming. We can't be perfect. And attempting perfection is the short way to anxiety street! At least for me.
I find myself stressed and anxious when I feel like I can't live up to the ideal. Our house isn't very clean, Z watches too much tv, we eat junk food, and we eat out more than we should. We leave dishes in the sink for days and there is always a mess on the couch. The counters are covered in detritus that seems to be forever unsortable.
Despite all of this, we have made great strides in keeping the house relatively in order. Now I just need to learn to forgive myself for never being able to attain perfection. My house will never be all the way clean. I will never spend the whole day doing pinterest crafts with my toddler. I will always make meals that are half healthy and half easy. But hopefully, I can learn to be okay with that.
No one is perfect. Especially not me. But I am trying to be better. I need to know as I binge eat mini chocolate bars sometimes, that we won't always eat the best. I need to know as I lay down on the couch just having woken up, that sometimes, we need lazy tired days. I need to know that I can't always hold my tongue and keep my temper in check. I am trying, but I cannot accomplish these things. And I need to be okay with that. The pressure placed on parents to be perfect these days is immense and overwhelming. We can't be perfect. And attempting perfection is the short way to anxiety street! At least for me.
I find myself stressed and anxious when I feel like I can't live up to the ideal. Our house isn't very clean, Z watches too much tv, we eat junk food, and we eat out more than we should. We leave dishes in the sink for days and there is always a mess on the couch. The counters are covered in detritus that seems to be forever unsortable.
Despite all of this, we have made great strides in keeping the house relatively in order. Now I just need to learn to forgive myself for never being able to attain perfection. My house will never be all the way clean. I will never spend the whole day doing pinterest crafts with my toddler. I will always make meals that are half healthy and half easy. But hopefully, I can learn to be okay with that.
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