I know, you guys just love these.
To be honest, I must not have been a good little note-taker because I can’t find a Google task for this topic. But right after I posted my most recent confession post, I read the AntiJared’s original post that sparked all this blog-heaviness.
But I was surprised to find that AntiJared didn’t post a sob story. (I mean, I don’t know the guy, but if you saw the page and read my post and others, you would understand why.)
His post was positive, a motivator. I won’t even begin to quote it because there is just too much goodness to share! Seriously, just read it. Come on – “new tab” style – then you don’t feel all a.d.d.
Immediately after I read it, I felt stupid. On one hand, I need to address my insecurities and mental burdens from this whole journey. On the other, I need to look to the positive. I did this to feel better. To be healthy – both physically and mentally. I need to recognize my demons but give them no power, no validity.
First, this meant “buck up” – which is really what the AntiJared’s post is all about. Don’t be afraid to be tough on yourself, to hold high expectations, and then to want more.
I also decided I needed to contribute a positive confession to the Body Confessions website. Both for myself and for others. There were so many sob stories and words of discouragement on the website. I know we’ve all got our things -things we can’t even say to anyone else for fear they just can’t understand. But we also need to sing our guilty little praises. We need to encourage each other. We need to show that there is light and health at the end of the mud-encrusted tunnel!
So, as the little slack-ass you all know that I am, I took forever to actually go back and do this. (I had already posted so much that day and I was preparing for Miami.)
Here is my contribution from today: I had a sad confession before because I was struggling with the other things I’ve endured because of my weight, but you know what, I’m almost down to my high school weight – I’m not nearly as muscular, not nearly as “thin” at this weight, not perfect, yet I can’t help but look at myself and say, “Damn, I look awesome. I’m so proud of myself. I feel fantastic.” I walk a little bit taller, respect myself more, and I don’t let other people’s baggage become mine. I look fucking fantastic.
Also note: I noticed many others must have felt the same way. That or AntiJared is the man – also possible. There were so many words of pride and encouragement on that site today. Good for us – every single one of us.
