Do you ever have one of those days when you can’t stop checking yourself out in every shiny surface?
I’m having one of those days today and it feels AMAZING! Too often
when women look at themselves they are comparing themselves to how the
media and society tell them they should look. Today I’m just being me,
wearing make up that makes me feel pretty, clothes that may not
“flatter” my figure but make me feel sexy and it is such a lovely
position to be in.
I’ve never felt so good about myself as I have in recent weeks and
months. I guess people probably wonder what’s changed. Honestly not much
physically changed. I’ve gained a little weight and honestly I love it.
I think the biggest change is just my mindset. I no longer buy in to
society’s rules on beauty. It sounds corny but yet again I’ve been
inspired by the lovely Christina Aguilera. She’s always been an advocate
for being comfortable in your skin no matter what you look like. In
years gone by when she was a size 0 (that’s a guestimate, she’s never
stated her dress size) people used to say “it’s alright for her to say
that but it’d be different if she was fatter, not as pretty etc etc…”
but in the past couple of years she’s shown them that really it’s no
different. It’s clear that no matter how much she weighs she’s
comfortable in her own skin and I guess because I was already moving in
that direction she inspired me.
One of the most amazing things I’ve ever experienced was being told
that I’d inspired someone. It’s happened a few times recently all
because I’m comfortable in my own skin. It’s a win win situation it
would appear, being comfortable in your own skin makes you happier and
helps the people around you. I love that I’ve made a positive difference
to people around me and hopefully they’ll spread the love too.
Join the revolution!! If you want to read more stories like this one head over to The Body Peace Revolution!!
Every single person who shares their story on that blog is truly an inspiration!
Friday, 2 December 2011
Monday, 21 November 2011
Update
I've not blogged in forever so I thought I should probably do a quick post just to update on what's going on before I write my rant post.
So uni is in full swing with 3 weeks and 1 day until my final essays are due in. Oh joy!! At least it keeps me out of mischief. ;)
Some of you may or may not know that I set myself a small challenge this month. For men November is significant because they all grow moustaches to raise money and awareness for testicular cancer etc but my challenge is a little less public/a lot more self centred. For the month of November I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't weigh myself. You're probably reading this thinking "so what?" but for me that is actually quite a big thing. Like a lot of young women in society for a long time that number was something significant to me. It affected my mood, how I felt about myself, how I treated myself and the way I was around others. It sounds so ridiculous when I write it down like that, it's just a number. Since the 1st November it's a number that I don't carry around with me any more. Honestly I've not weighed myself once so far this month and it feels good to no longer worry about the number. I can't say I've not been tempted. I have. Sometimes just out of curiosity, other times because I've had a difficult day/feel out of control but on the whole it's going well and hopefully one day I just won't care about it any more.
And the most exciting thing that happened this month was Melissa came to visit me. If you follow me on twitter you'll probably know she's @mimiontoast on there, go follow her she's awesome. It sucks being so far away from each other and I'm snowed under with assignments so won't be leaving Aberdeen for another 3 weeks and 1 day so she came to see me and it was lovely :D
Well I think that's you all caught up on my life now.
Have a great day/evening/night/week :D
So uni is in full swing with 3 weeks and 1 day until my final essays are due in. Oh joy!! At least it keeps me out of mischief. ;)
Some of you may or may not know that I set myself a small challenge this month. For men November is significant because they all grow moustaches to raise money and awareness for testicular cancer etc but my challenge is a little less public/a lot more self centred. For the month of November I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't weigh myself. You're probably reading this thinking "so what?" but for me that is actually quite a big thing. Like a lot of young women in society for a long time that number was something significant to me. It affected my mood, how I felt about myself, how I treated myself and the way I was around others. It sounds so ridiculous when I write it down like that, it's just a number. Since the 1st November it's a number that I don't carry around with me any more. Honestly I've not weighed myself once so far this month and it feels good to no longer worry about the number. I can't say I've not been tempted. I have. Sometimes just out of curiosity, other times because I've had a difficult day/feel out of control but on the whole it's going well and hopefully one day I just won't care about it any more.
And the most exciting thing that happened this month was Melissa came to visit me. If you follow me on twitter you'll probably know she's @mimiontoast on there, go follow her she's awesome. It sucks being so far away from each other and I'm snowed under with assignments so won't be leaving Aberdeen for another 3 weeks and 1 day so she came to see me and it was lovely :D
Well I think that's you all caught up on my life now.
Have a great day/evening/night/week :D
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Baby Steps
If you read yesterday's blog you'll know I'm currently drowning in a sea of paper and deadlines with no real idea of what I'm doing when or even what my assignments are going to be about. Really my work yesterday was pointless though as I couldn't even make it to my seminar. Sometimes I hate being a woman... That is all we'll say on the matter.
The stress of last night was useful though. That, plus a chat with my mum today made me realise that although I have 101 deadlines already I actually need more. I know what you're thinking, don't stretch yourself too thin, don't take on any more commitments etc etc but that's not what I mean at all. I need deadlines set on my terms. Little deadlines building up to the big all important ones, baby steps if you will. No one wakes up one morning and decides to run a marathon then does it the next day. It takes weeks and months of preparations, several mini goals have to be achieved before you have any chance of crossing the finish line and that is how I plan to think of my work this semester. Every mini deadline I tick off is getting me closer to that finishing line.
First things first I need a plan. I have to sort out when the major deadlines are and what I have to do to cross them off. My first major assignment is due 2 weeks today which is a tad terrifying so tomorrow I'm going to make a plan of exactly what I need to do for it and email my lecturer for some advice.
Then the second bit is the hardest, but most important, knuckling down and actually getting the work done. Hopefully setting it out in this way will help to put it in to perspective. It's still a hell of a lot of work, that is never going to change, but hopefully it'll become manageable.
The conclusion of this long pointless blog post? Baby steps make things seem easier/less daunting and of course by writing all this down publicly I have to get my act together and sort this. ;-)
The stress of last night was useful though. That, plus a chat with my mum today made me realise that although I have 101 deadlines already I actually need more. I know what you're thinking, don't stretch yourself too thin, don't take on any more commitments etc etc but that's not what I mean at all. I need deadlines set on my terms. Little deadlines building up to the big all important ones, baby steps if you will. No one wakes up one morning and decides to run a marathon then does it the next day. It takes weeks and months of preparations, several mini goals have to be achieved before you have any chance of crossing the finish line and that is how I plan to think of my work this semester. Every mini deadline I tick off is getting me closer to that finishing line.
First things first I need a plan. I have to sort out when the major deadlines are and what I have to do to cross them off. My first major assignment is due 2 weeks today which is a tad terrifying so tomorrow I'm going to make a plan of exactly what I need to do for it and email my lecturer for some advice.
Then the second bit is the hardest, but most important, knuckling down and actually getting the work done. Hopefully setting it out in this way will help to put it in to perspective. It's still a hell of a lot of work, that is never going to change, but hopefully it'll become manageable.
The conclusion of this long pointless blog post? Baby steps make things seem easier/less daunting and of course by writing all this down publicly I have to get my act together and sort this. ;-)
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Lazy Lazy Summer
It would seem that this summer was so lazy I didn't even have time to blog.
Well lazy is maybe the wrong definition. I did quite a lot really. Working at the cinema and had a lovely 2 week holiday with Melissa (@mimiontoast on twitter, go follow her she's awesome) ;) but now it's back to the grind.
I need to blog during uni to keep me accountable really. If I tell the world, or the one person that reads this, that I'm going to do something there's more chance of me following through with it and actually doing it. When it's just an item on a to do list it's much more likely that'll it'll get put off until tomorrow. This year is so important and I started off motivated but already it's starting to drop. I think I need to find myself a study partner. Any takers?
Anyway I'm heading off to do all my reading for tomorrow. Someone needs to check up on me tonight to make sure I've actually done it k?thnx ;)
Have a great day guys!!
Well lazy is maybe the wrong definition. I did quite a lot really. Working at the cinema and had a lovely 2 week holiday with Melissa (@mimiontoast on twitter, go follow her she's awesome) ;) but now it's back to the grind.
I need to blog during uni to keep me accountable really. If I tell the world, or the one person that reads this, that I'm going to do something there's more chance of me following through with it and actually doing it. When it's just an item on a to do list it's much more likely that'll it'll get put off until tomorrow. This year is so important and I started off motivated but already it's starting to drop. I think I need to find myself a study partner. Any takers?
Anyway I'm heading off to do all my reading for tomorrow. Someone needs to check up on me tonight to make sure I've actually done it k?thnx ;)
Have a great day guys!!
Friday, 29 April 2011
The Day After The Night Before
So I left you last night heading off to relax, watch Burlesque and prepare for a productive day. The best laid plans and all that...
In reality this is pretty much what happened
I was so freaking annoyed with myself. Somehow stayed wheat free during the binge so still had an element of control I guess but man I was upset afterwards. Sometimes I don't understand why I do it. Some binges do make me feel good but last night I was so conflicted even when it was happening. :-/
Then I came across this:
For me it's not always like this. I don't always feel guilty but really at the end of the day a little while afterwards you don't feel good. Even if there is no emotional trauma from it, the whole process is hard on your body. When you actually logically think about it, it's disgusting. That's why on Easter Sunday I promised it wouldn't happen again. Clearly that failed but how I'm feeling right now is exactly why it has to stop.
I woke up this morning feeling sick and will be going to bed tonight with stomach pains all because I felt crappy emotionally last night. There is no logic to inflicting all this physical discomfort on yourself for the 10mins of feeling really good after a binge. Last night, to be honest, I never even got that because I went too far and felt sick almost straight away. Generally all round a bad night and something that I have to stop repeating.
In reality this is pretty much what happened
I was so freaking annoyed with myself. Somehow stayed wheat free during the binge so still had an element of control I guess but man I was upset afterwards. Sometimes I don't understand why I do it. Some binges do make me feel good but last night I was so conflicted even when it was happening. :-/
Then I came across this:
For me it's not always like this. I don't always feel guilty but really at the end of the day a little while afterwards you don't feel good. Even if there is no emotional trauma from it, the whole process is hard on your body. When you actually logically think about it, it's disgusting. That's why on Easter Sunday I promised it wouldn't happen again. Clearly that failed but how I'm feeling right now is exactly why it has to stop.
I woke up this morning feeling sick and will be going to bed tonight with stomach pains all because I felt crappy emotionally last night. There is no logic to inflicting all this physical discomfort on yourself for the 10mins of feeling really good after a binge. Last night, to be honest, I never even got that because I went too far and felt sick almost straight away. Generally all round a bad night and something that I have to stop repeating.
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Happy Happy Happy (For Real)
I'm off to bed with Christina Aguilera!!! Well Burlesque anyway. It's near enough!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Happy Happy Happy
I feel a bit of a fraud writing that title now that my mood has gone seriously downhill but this is really about how I was feeling on Tuesday & Wednesday and even this morning.
This week (until a few hours ago) has been so good. Everything was just going right. I've been on my game with the eating healthily thing and even managed to stay wheat free. I'm not going to lie and say that everything was 100% clean because it wasn't. There was even some sneaky chocolate on Tuesday but it wasn't a binge. I wanted it so I had some and moved on. BUT I'm not loving it any more. I know everyone has days like this but it's just been horrible. All I can think about is food. It's actually on my brain constantly. I want sugar, namely chocolate and cake, maybe chocolate cake. I had a tiny bit of chocolate and I thought it would help but it didn't. I just want more. I know that some of you guys reading this will be like "Don't do it, remember how happy you were yesterday" and I know you're right so I'm trying so freaking hard to be positive and just look forward to tomorrow. I'll make the most of it. I never go to class on a Friday anyway so having the day off is no big deal although it does feel nice knowing that it is official and not just because I don't go to Friday's lecture. Plan is definitely work out on the beach, going to do some sprints and body weight resistance stuff, just generally make an ass of myself as per always. ;-) then hit the library. (It will be open, I checked).
Anyway back to happy Vicky. One of the essays is done AND I proof read it and it was actually pretty good. The other one I spoke to my tutor about and we both decided that it'd be for the best if I missed the deadline but did a proper job so I'm doing it over the long weekend and hopefully that way it can be good too. Maybe I'll pull this semester out the bag after all. Stranger things have happened.
I guess the main reason for my good mood was I have a very special person in my life. They've been there for a while but sometimes you just don't realise how important someone is until they say something that just makes you feel like you're the only person in the world that matters and in that moment (even though it's only for that moment because said person is very much taken) you know that all the bad feelings about yourself are not justified because really you are a pretty decent human being. Oh and of course The Voice premièred this week and was only the most watched season opener of the season on NBC and possibly in general and it's just so damn good so that put me in an awesome mood.
I'm very aware that this blog is really disjointed. It was supposed to be about how making the right choices and living the healthy, balanced lifestyle makes you feel great but to be perfectly honest with you I don't feel great. I've already cried once tonight. There are just a lot of difficulties right now and when these things happen I do comfort eat a lot. I said Easter Sunday was my last ever binge (in the end, by my standards, it wasn't even a binge) because I'm so through with that but I did come really close last night. I did comfort eat (it was porridge and yoghurt, hardly rock and roll) but it was one of those situations where I was physically hungry at the same time as just wanting something (or someone as is usually the case with me) and so I couldn't talk myself out of it with the "you're not hungry, you don't need this" self talk but it was so quickly becoming a binge but I didn't eat until I felt sick or anything crazy like that. It stayed relatively under control and I guess that's a step in the right direction. :-)
Going to get a super early night tonight and just prepare myself physically and emotionally for tomorrow. Some of the healthy living people on twitter are actually stealing my life *coughs* @MarkPT *coughs*. I used to be a 10hrs sleep a night kind of girl then I discovered I could get by on 6 and by "get by" I mean I'd be flying. Trying to get 8 should be easy right?! That's what you're thinking... But it's stupidly hard. My body just doesn't like it. It wants more. I really struggle to get up after 8hrs for some reason and so many days it turns in to 10. My body hates change I guess. (It's actually a fact that I'm allergic to change by the way. Even if my perscription for my glasses changes my optician doesn't usually change it because my eyes just don't like. We are trying a change this time so we'll see how that turns out lol)
I'd like to add a correction to my goals for the week. When I said go to the gym 5 times I really meant work out. ;-)
Sorry about how long this is and the fact that it's really just rambling on about nothing. This is something I won't proof read (I sort of skimmed it as I went through) because it's probably highly embarrassing and also goes round in circles, at least if it reflects my thoughts it does.
Enjoy your long weekend if you are getting one and take care :-)
This week (until a few hours ago) has been so good. Everything was just going right. I've been on my game with the eating healthily thing and even managed to stay wheat free. I'm not going to lie and say that everything was 100% clean because it wasn't. There was even some sneaky chocolate on Tuesday but it wasn't a binge. I wanted it so I had some and moved on. BUT I'm not loving it any more. I know everyone has days like this but it's just been horrible. All I can think about is food. It's actually on my brain constantly. I want sugar, namely chocolate and cake, maybe chocolate cake. I had a tiny bit of chocolate and I thought it would help but it didn't. I just want more. I know that some of you guys reading this will be like "Don't do it, remember how happy you were yesterday" and I know you're right so I'm trying so freaking hard to be positive and just look forward to tomorrow. I'll make the most of it. I never go to class on a Friday anyway so having the day off is no big deal although it does feel nice knowing that it is official and not just because I don't go to Friday's lecture. Plan is definitely work out on the beach, going to do some sprints and body weight resistance stuff, just generally make an ass of myself as per always. ;-) then hit the library. (It will be open, I checked).
Anyway back to happy Vicky. One of the essays is done AND I proof read it and it was actually pretty good. The other one I spoke to my tutor about and we both decided that it'd be for the best if I missed the deadline but did a proper job so I'm doing it over the long weekend and hopefully that way it can be good too. Maybe I'll pull this semester out the bag after all. Stranger things have happened.
I guess the main reason for my good mood was I have a very special person in my life. They've been there for a while but sometimes you just don't realise how important someone is until they say something that just makes you feel like you're the only person in the world that matters and in that moment (even though it's only for that moment because said person is very much taken) you know that all the bad feelings about yourself are not justified because really you are a pretty decent human being. Oh and of course The Voice premièred this week and was only the most watched season opener of the season on NBC and possibly in general and it's just so damn good so that put me in an awesome mood.
I'm very aware that this blog is really disjointed. It was supposed to be about how making the right choices and living the healthy, balanced lifestyle makes you feel great but to be perfectly honest with you I don't feel great. I've already cried once tonight. There are just a lot of difficulties right now and when these things happen I do comfort eat a lot. I said Easter Sunday was my last ever binge (in the end, by my standards, it wasn't even a binge) because I'm so through with that but I did come really close last night. I did comfort eat (it was porridge and yoghurt, hardly rock and roll) but it was one of those situations where I was physically hungry at the same time as just wanting something (or someone as is usually the case with me) and so I couldn't talk myself out of it with the "you're not hungry, you don't need this" self talk but it was so quickly becoming a binge but I didn't eat until I felt sick or anything crazy like that. It stayed relatively under control and I guess that's a step in the right direction. :-)
Going to get a super early night tonight and just prepare myself physically and emotionally for tomorrow. Some of the healthy living people on twitter are actually stealing my life *coughs* @MarkPT *coughs*. I used to be a 10hrs sleep a night kind of girl then I discovered I could get by on 6 and by "get by" I mean I'd be flying. Trying to get 8 should be easy right?! That's what you're thinking... But it's stupidly hard. My body just doesn't like it. It wants more. I really struggle to get up after 8hrs for some reason and so many days it turns in to 10. My body hates change I guess. (It's actually a fact that I'm allergic to change by the way. Even if my perscription for my glasses changes my optician doesn't usually change it because my eyes just don't like. We are trying a change this time so we'll see how that turns out lol)
I'd like to add a correction to my goals for the week. When I said go to the gym 5 times I really meant work out. ;-)
Sorry about how long this is and the fact that it's really just rambling on about nothing. This is something I won't proof read (I sort of skimmed it as I went through) because it's probably highly embarrassing and also goes round in circles, at least if it reflects my thoughts it does.
Enjoy your long weekend if you are getting one and take care :-)
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