It would be great if the picture posted as my "before" pic in the ambassador photo album was actually a before pic. But in reality...it's my now pic. And my now pic follows a year of ass-busting workouts, new eating habits, behemoth goals, lots of tears, meltdowns, & decisions to climb back on the wagon, as well as other lifestyle shifts that basically changed almost everything about the way I approach food, fitness, & LIFE!
I didn't always look like this. And I just recently discovered I could FEEL like this. Happy. Proud of myself. Proud of my BODY. What a concept! The damn thing takes me thousands of miles a year to places all over the world so I can work with clients to inspire their own shifts in life & business.
But before this before pic came another one I thought was buried & gone when my last computer died. Nope...turns out it had been on a "could" somewhere just waiting to find me again. Or better yet, there were MULTIPLE before pics from a challenge I set out to tackle in March of 2010. Back then I decided I was going to do the P90X challenge. With a guy. That I was dating. He has these before pictures. We broke up before there was an after picture. I really hope this is not how he remembers me!
I defeated myself. THAT was the problem.
I let one bad day ruin a whole bunch of good stuff that had come before it. As if one day of sleeping in could ruin 3 weeks of dedication. Well...that day alone couldn't. By my perspective on it could. And DID. I thought to myself all those nasty things we say to ourselves when we get ever so slightly off that path to the perfection we're always in pursuit of. "You're such a lazy ass." "Why don't you have any discipline?" "You're not an athlete...I don't know why you thought you could do this."
Why do we talk to ourselves that way?! If someone said those things to a friend, I would donkey punch that person in the throat...so why do I let that voice in my head say those kind of things to me?! Over...and over...and over again. Not cool.
But then, in the summer of 2012...I got back on the wagon. The BIG wagon. The one with the bumper sticker that says, "The hard is what makes it great."
I did all the things I'd done before (hired a trainer, filled my cabinets with healthy food, etc, etc...you know the routine). But this time was different. This time I wasn't going to sit on the ground when the wagon threw me off (or I jumped off screaming). One to two bad days wouldn't defeat me. This time was different because I believed something...I believed I was worth the hard work it takes to achieve your dreams. I believed I was worth not quitting on.
There's not a program, trainer, diet, book, friend, or fortune cookie that can make you believe it. That's a decision you have to make for yourself. And as someone who took 37 years to decide...I truly hope you don't waste another day before you do.
Food for Thought:
- What wagon are you ready to climb back on...knowing this time can be different if you decide it will be?
- Who are the role models that make you know you CAN do this?!
- What are you so tired of waiting for that TODAY is the day you'll commit to making the change?