Yesterday on the drive home from a workout at the gym I randomly thought, “I need to focus on losing weight.”
Then I thought, “Wait, what? How much do I even weigh?”
I spent about five minutes trying to remember where on the spectrum I was because I honestly had no idea at that moment. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten on the scale. I suppose it was for my weigh in last month when I posted on this blog. Since then? Haven’t really thought about it or jumped on the scale every morning like I once did.
Yet…. I’ve still gone to the gym and done cardio daily.
Yet… I’ve still made myself pretty healthy meals.
Yet… I’ve still made time for relaxation and gratitude.
Yet… I’ve still drunk a ton of water every day.
Yet… I’ve kept doing all the healthy behaviors and routines…. just because.
I’ve just done all these things because they make me feel good and because they are good for me. I’ve taken vitamins and taken yoga classes and spent time in the sunshine because I know these are things that will benefit my overall health and make me feel happy. Just because. Not for any end goal.
Oh shit, I am I normal? It feels really nice to not have that obsession over a number or clothes size in the back of my mind these days. It frees up a lot of room for other things like working hard at my day job and side gigs, being there for people I care about, and just enjoying life.