In my never-ending pursuit to have a body like Brooke Burke, I do a lot of daydreaming followed by endless planning. What if I had a killer bod? Would my life be easier? Would I feel better? And how would such a feat even begin to take place? Don’t get me wrong. I’m thankful for the many people in my life that let me off the hook with various excuses. I have 4 kids. I’m very busy. As I get older, my metabolism decreases. I have a sweet tooth. OK, that last one was my own excuse. But when does my attitude go from wanting to look good to just being happy about feeling good?
About a year ago, I decided my family needed a change in our lifestyle habits. We starting eating a primarily whole diet. Basically what this means is, nothing comes out of a box or a package. I started looking at ingredients in everything and tried to cut out a lot of unnecessary preservatives. We eat more fruits and veggies than we used to. Snack on high protein foods. It’s been a fairly easy transition, mostly by me and my 2 youngest kids. My husband and older kids really liked the unhealthy me, but are learning to adjust to our new eating habits. So here I am, asking my family to live a healthier lifestyle so that we can all feel better. But am I doing it for me or them? Looking good vs. feeling good. But eating is just the beginning of my planning and dreaming of a Hollywood body.
Enter, the gym. 2 years ago, I joined a local gym. I love it. I really love it when I have a vacation coming up and I have something to work for. I don’t love it when it’s pouring down rain and my house is a disaster and it would be easier just to stay at home, in my jammies, and clean. Since I live in Seattle, you can guess which happens more often than not. So again, I’m faced with the dilemma of looking good vs. feeling good. Fortunately, going to the gym results in the same thing. Feeling good and looking good, right?
Here’s where things really start to irritate me. I eat healthy. Really healthy. Healthier than I ever have. I work out. A lot. I try to be active everyday. Luckily, I have a job that allows me to be on my feet most of the time. When I’m not at work, I’m pretty restless either in or outside my home. And guess what happens? Nothing. I’m still my same size jeans that I was 2 years ago. I still break into a steady sweat after being on my feet for 10 minutes. So nothing’s changed, right? Not quite.
I may not look any different, but I feel different. I have more energy and confidence. I have less tummy aches and muscle pain. I sleep better at night and wake up easier in the morning. I may not have the toned and tight body that I want, but what I do have is a body that I feel good about. So here’s where feeling good wins. And don’t get me wrong, if I had a choice, the bikini body of my dreams would be my preference. But for now, I’ll stick with being happy and feeling good and strive to keep making it look better, while feeling great.