Fear of Numbers

Hello from Miami! Isn’t the Internet a beautiful thing? I’ll be sharing lots of pretty pictures with you guys soon. In the mean time, I’d like to take a moment to declare this “Serious Saturday” <– Can we make that a thing?

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There’s an issue that’s been lying heavy on my heart since I went to the doctor the other day. It has literally been months since I last weighed myself. I’m at a point in my life where I feel great and honestly don’t care about the number on the scale. However, it took a while for me to get there.

I know for some of us, numbers are triggers. Because I was so obsessive in the past, just the thought of counting calories gives me anxiety. So does knowing how much I weigh, which is why I’ve avoided the scale. When I went to the doctor this week I stepped on the scale for the first time in months. To be honest, I didn’t even want to know how much I weighed but it’s kind of hard not to look when it’s right in front of your face.

I won’t say any numbers but I weigh less now than I did in high school. And you know what? I don’t care. If this was a few months ago, I would probably be jumping for joy and doing my happy dance.

IMG_3243This is my, “Is it worth it, lemme work it” – Missy Elliot
(I also squeal when I get really excited but I’ll save myself some embarrassment.)

I used to have this idea that I’d be happy once I reached a certain weight. Sure I’m happy now, but it’s for different reasons.

Does the number on the scale tell anyone about my accomplishments? My closest relationships? My ability to help and love others? My passions and dreams? Last time I checked, you couldn’t calculate these beautiful things in life with a number.

So for me… I’d rather measure more important things in my life: My level of happiness. The quality of my relationships. The quality of my workouts because I’m fueling my body with proper and adequate nutrition and not starving myself to look a certain way. The fact that I haven’t been to the doctor in over a year (ever since I started eating healthy) when I used to get sick almost four times per year.

I refuse to let a number define who I am.

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Be Amazing

I have a question for you. I want you to be completely honest with me (well, yourself, but me too).
Do you wake up excited about each day?

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Come on, you mean you don’t wake up and scream,”I AM ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!”?

Well, if we’re taking this question literally, I can assure you I don’t. I’d be lying if I said I even cracked a smile first thing in the morning (maybe I need a dog or a boyfriend). Unless it’s Friday. In that case, I wake up instantly happy. 😉

Generally the smile comes after some coffee, a little prayer and a reminder of what I’m grateful forAfter I’m caffeinated I really do get excited about each day. Have you ever just sat down and thought about how amazing it is that you woke up this morning? It really is. You’re granted the opportunity to make amazing things happen every time you wake up.

Make an effort today to make AMAZING memories.

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Have an AMAZING conversation.

Be AMAZING at work.

Complete one last AMAZING workout before the weekend.

Take a look in the mirror, love yourself and say, “I am AMAZING today.”

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Life’s too short to be average. And bloggers aren’t all that average, are we? 😉

{Of Possible Interest:}

How to Live a Mind-Blowingly Amazing Life via Forbes <– Umm, sign me up.
What Makes You Happy? <– Learning to be happy in your current situation. 
6 Questions to Ask Yourself to Get the Most Out of Life <– This is everything

Guest Post for Daily Cup of AsheeJoJo

While Ashleigh was being fabulous in Vegas for her birthday weekend, I had the honor of guest posting for her blog!

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Check out my post for this little cutie HERE. It’s all about loving yourself no matter what point you’re at in your health and fitness journey. Here’s an exclusive VIP sneak peak 😉

“Let’s face it, we put our body through some pretty tough stuff. Demanding workouts, different diets and indulgences. Shouldn’t we at least be able to show it a little love?! What’s all the hard work for if we can’t appreciate it?”

Let’s chat: Do you ever feel insecure? Do you find yourself working toward SOME end point, but don’t know what or where that end point is?

Of Possible Interest: 
Time to Get Real <– This post details where I was & how far I’ve come
Appreciate the Journey 
Stopped Focusing on Results and Started Seeing Them