This has been my mantra over the past while.
I have tried to hold fast to this since my time in Adelaide, which was very enjoyable due to all the pub meals and little exercise I was doing, but weeks after has left me feeling a little doughy around the middle.
The world we live in teaches us that trim and toned is better - for me, as a yoga teacher and performer, I worry that my credibility might sag if my bum does too.
Some of us have these strange yardsticks that we stick to; indicators that we are in shape or not. Be it the way your jeans feel, the amount of nights in a row drinking beer, or sweaty workouts in a week. Whilst the ones I listed aren't THAT far fetched; if you have more than one yard stick that isn't quite measuring the way it should be then you have a huge game of pickup sticks when you get back to reality.
Or do you even need to?
This is something I have been telling myself. This change- adding a little bit of festive padding to my body hasn't made any different to my ability to do my work, write this post, see my friends, speak to my family and do handstands, boxing and ride my bike everywhere.
It hasn't changed my health (though that Dr I went to ages ago and calculated my BMI and as it was on the cusp of the top end of the higher range asked me if I was conscious of this and I politely told her to back off might argue.)
I am a machine, not an ornament.
A machine needs fuel, it needs maintenance sometimes, but can still run for ages even if it is a bit old or makes a creek.
An ornament needs dusting. An ornament's pure function is for looking at, and my function is to give big hugs, do the macarena and make sure my plants don't die.
I could go waaaayyyyy more into this.
But, this way of thinking ("I'm not .......enough") Is a LIFE THIEF
It robs us of our brain space, our happiness, our confidence and our money and time.
So I shall not spend another tooting second taking about THAT.
Let's talk about what's next- Teaching kids in the bush, Confest, Dance and Family adventures in NZ and finding a new job when I get back to Melb.
Hire me! I am a machine! (not an ornament) That loves cake! (and cardio)
You can have both.
Jj
I have tried to hold fast to this since my time in Adelaide, which was very enjoyable due to all the pub meals and little exercise I was doing, but weeks after has left me feeling a little doughy around the middle.
The world we live in teaches us that trim and toned is better - for me, as a yoga teacher and performer, I worry that my credibility might sag if my bum does too.
Some of us have these strange yardsticks that we stick to; indicators that we are in shape or not. Be it the way your jeans feel, the amount of nights in a row drinking beer, or sweaty workouts in a week. Whilst the ones I listed aren't THAT far fetched; if you have more than one yard stick that isn't quite measuring the way it should be then you have a huge game of pickup sticks when you get back to reality.
Or do you even need to?
This is something I have been telling myself. This change- adding a little bit of festive padding to my body hasn't made any different to my ability to do my work, write this post, see my friends, speak to my family and do handstands, boxing and ride my bike everywhere.
It hasn't changed my health (though that Dr I went to ages ago and calculated my BMI and as it was on the cusp of the top end of the higher range asked me if I was conscious of this and I politely told her to back off might argue.)
I am a machine, not an ornament.
A machine needs fuel, it needs maintenance sometimes, but can still run for ages even if it is a bit old or makes a creek.
An ornament needs dusting. An ornament's pure function is for looking at, and my function is to give big hugs, do the macarena and make sure my plants don't die.
I could go waaaayyyyy more into this.
But, this way of thinking ("I'm not .......enough") Is a LIFE THIEF
It robs us of our brain space, our happiness, our confidence and our money and time.
So I shall not spend another tooting second taking about THAT.
Let's talk about what's next- Teaching kids in the bush, Confest, Dance and Family adventures in NZ and finding a new job when I get back to Melb.
Hire me! I am a machine! (not an ornament) That loves cake! (and cardio)
You can have both.
Jj
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