Everyone has certain ideals they set for themselves-different achievements they’d like to reach. I myself have battled with self-esteem since adolescence. I want so badly to have confidence in myself-in who I am and what I do and, yes, how I look.
I’ve decided to make a conciencious decision to take active steps to love and be proud of myself. If I don’t make the effort nothing will ever change. It is past time to do something about how I feel.
I’ve already made steps to better my organization and productivity to improve other aspects of my life. Now I look to my health. No, I am not pleased with my body. Three pregnancies and four kids later I am mushy and jiggly all over. That honestly doesn’t bother me that much. I am so proud and blessed to have born four healthy children. I am, however, not proud that I haven’t been taking care of myself at all. I’m not in shape by any means but I don’t eat right either. I’m not being hard on myself-some days I’ll eat a box of little debbies. Half of a family size bag of cheetos. I don’t know why. It’s just there-I don’t even particularly like the foods I’ve been pigging out on.
I haven’t always been like this-but since my fourth child was born I’ve kind of been eating constantly-whether I’m hungry or not. After I’ve eaten like that I feel terrible. I recognize what I’ve been doing isn’t good for me and I want to change it. That’s why I’m writing this. To maybe hold myself accountable. I’m officially on a journey to a happier healthier me-for me, but for my family too.
No more I’ll eat better tomorrow, I’ll take the kids to the park tomorrow.
Tomorrow isn’t acceptable. Today is the answer.