My Pursuit of Happiness

So today I reached my weight loss goal of five pounds. Not a big goal, but it's all I really wanted to lose, that holiday weight and whatnot.

I thought I'd be happier, feel better about myself. Well, the thing is, weight loss isn't the key to happiness. I will NEVER be completely happy about my body. That's just the way it is. There will always be girls with a bigger butt or a flatter stomach. ALWAYS. They make sacrifices for how their bodies look, whether it be eating super healthy or spending an extended period of time at the gym, or a combination of the above.

Quite frankly, that's not how I want to spend my life.

For a body that will last five, ten, maybe fifteen more years? And then the other fifty plus years letting nature just take its course? Eh.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm an aerobics instructor, obviously I have somewhat of a passion for fitness. I love how getting a good sweat or doing a complicated yoga pose makes me feel, or how great I feel after Aqua Fit when I know I've helped my older ladies. That feeling of having to add on reps or weight to the machine because I'm getting stronger, or learning a new technique. THAT makes me feel good inside, focusing on what my body can do rather than what it looks like. Yes, I got that from the American Girl Body Book, but it really is true.

And I f**king hate eating healthy. Ugh. Every time I see Instagram posts about cauliflower pizza crust or anything kale I roll my eyes. But I eat mainly healthy anyway, because I have more energy to do the things I mentioned above, and I have a family history of heart disease and diabetes. I'd also rather not spend my life monitoring my blood sugar or worrying about a possible heart attack. So I suck it up and eat salads for dinner sometimes, but that sure as hell won't stop me from the occasional Mighty Taco run or baking for my family and friends (and taste testing of course).

So, by all means, if having a body like Kim Kardashian, or whoever, makes you happy, disregard what I just said. But, that just doesn't do it for me. Too much pressure. There's more to my self-esteem than what my body looks like.

Peace out,
Dylan