Happy Friday! To inspire you into the weekend, I’ve got another rockstar today- Lynn!
Lynn recently (as in the past year) totally turned her healthy journey around. I grabbed a glass of wine with her a few weeks ago and was AMAZED at how much she’s accomplished in a short period of time. It’s truly inspiring to hear from someone who hasn’t always been on the healthy bandwagon, just stop in her tracks, turn around, and head in a healthy direction. Lynn rocks- here’s her story!
I spent so much money in the last 3 years buying ice cream to ease a broken heart.
I spent so much money buying Starbucks to wake up my tired brain.
I spent so much time hating myself because none of the clothes I had fit anymore because of all the ice cream I ate. And all the options I had left at the stores were frumpy and very unflattering. So, I had to spend more money on new clothes. I spent money on movies. I spent money on distractions. Money and time.
I became a great consumer, which benefited the American economy. But it didn’t benefit me. It only made everything inside of me worse.
Then, I ran out of money.
I had all these problems: stress, fatigue, depression, an empty wallet. I didn’t have an answer.
I thought I was gonna have to seek a higher power to help me. It’s what so many people do when they hit rock bottom: they believe in something so that they can give their problems to someone else because they can’t deal with it alone. And I can’t judge people who do so. Whatever makes a person righteous and full of love is alright with me. But that path didn’t work for me. I’m way too logical for that. And when I realized this, I found an even greater answer.
The answer to pretty much every problem I used to have isn’t in the freezer at Whole Foods or in the grande cardboard cup from Starbucks. It’s not in a theater nearby. It’s not in a synagogue, a church, a mosque, a temple.
The answer is free and easy and doesn’t take that much time: only four hours per week, or one hour every other day. Every single time I’ve done it, I’ve felt better. Every single time, which isn’t the case when I buy any of the products I used to buy or when I used to pray to God when I was a child.
I can do it any time and any way I want: everyday, once a week, thirty minutes or an hour per day, fast or really slow, with music or without. I can do it alone or with friends. I can do it on a hot day, a cold day, a rainy day, a sunny one. I can do it indoors, but I prefer doing it outdoors. There’s the easy way to do it or the hard way. I can make it into a game or a time for reflection.
There are no rules. There are no judgments. I am totally free of any inhibitions. And every time I do it, I get better and better in every way possible.
Exercise is the answer.
I am tuning myself with my body like a musician tunes a piano. I’m about to play all the right notes with a perfect pitch. I’m about to play the world’s greatest symphony by aligning my mind with my bones and skin and heart. My body is a miracle and a blessing, and I shall cherish it in every way possible because it’s the only one I got until I die.
I think of this world, this terrible, glorious, insignificant-speck-in-time world, and know now that I don’t want what companies sell to me. I want what I actually need. For three years, what I needed and what my body needed were two different things. I ignored what my body needed and lived in a separate state of mind. My body was in New York. I was anywhere but. I had ignored my body for so long that I didn’t know how to read the signs anymore. I didn’t understand the language my body was speaking in; so, if it needed something, I couldn’t comprehend the message, let alone give it what it wanted. It was my starving child, starved for attention, compassion, and care.
Now, I’m more aware. Now, it is not a child apart from me. It is a part of me. I will be a better citizen of the world if I think of my body’s needs above all else.
And I have a long way to go before I hit those perfect pitches, but I’ll get there.