change.

We live life in an evolutionary state and change should not only be anticipated, but its presence should be accepted as constant and automatic. The only problem about that information is that we humans don’t default to welcoming change with open arms, but rather often stand steadfast against it with arms crossed.

Over the last two decades, I’ve conditioned myself not only to accept, but to anticipate change. A massive life shake up happened in 2001 that left my husband unemployed, our life in tatters and after many rounds of resuscitation attempts, found us moving abroad. The last twenty years delivered awareness and amidst the rubble I started to find pieces to construct the foundation of my new life attitude. My emotions. Our dwelling(s). My relationships. My health – both physical and mental. Although this transition began against my will, but the invasion became welcomed and I learned to cohabitate with change as a welcome partner.

I’m aging. My hormones are ferocious and then they aren’t. My weight has been slowly creeping downwards thanks to some healthy tweaks and perspective changes, which weren’t actually needed a year ago. I don’t weigh myself on the regular, but I did right after Thanksgiving. (which was idiotic!) Guess what? I was heavier (duh!) approaching that “maximum weight measurement that I shall not cross… again”. I panicked, but then reminded myself: “Things change and I must adjust my reaction accordingly.”

So I stepped up the walking. I reeled in the emotional snacking. (I’d just come off a rough life adjustment having walked away from a toxic job and I’d definitely self-soothed with carbs…) I revisited eating till I’m 80% full, which for reference can be till you feel like you could still do a yoga session. I went off wheat/gluten… again, even though blood testing said that at this point in my life I have zero food intolerances. I denied myself nothing beyond wheat, but consumed less and moved more. I revisited eating whole foods, skipping preservatives and additives and invited green smoothies back into my daily life. I conquered my sugar addiction last year, so I still allowed myself traditional holiday treats, but not excessively so. (Think one cookie, not five!) I returned to intuitive eating, which is where I dwell happiest, eating only when energy drops or tummy growls 80% of the time. And I ensured that I eat a rainbow each day, not just plates of beige.

This morning I weighed myself. Down three pounds below the crisis weight. Hallelujah. The mental hold a scale has on my self-perception is ridiculous. I guess it’s a nagging blemish from adolescence? I’m going to work on that relationship and my lingering reactionary road rage this year.

Yay 2025!

PS Major props to my fabulous neighbor for the “made gift” this holiday season. She delivered tiramisu in this delightful blue bowl (my new fave) that she chose with major intention for us. Great neighbors here in this little hood of mine. Forever thankful!

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