The World Is Laughing At Me

You guys, the world is laughing at me.

Yesterday, I wrote about having to get my act (mostly my diet) in gear.

Today, friends sent me these articles:

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1. Loosen Your Belt for Turned Up Tex-Mex At Gramcery’s Javelina

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2. Opening Alert: San Antonio Chef Jesse Perez Starts Rolling Burritos at Oxido

TWO NEW MEXICAN SPOTS IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD, GUYS. (And yes, all my ads are for digital marketing/social media/fitness/Lilly Pulitzer. That is all.)

Life is telling me it just wants me to eat tacos and be happy. WHO AM I TO ARGUE?

MARATHON REJECTION

AND I CAN’T EVEN GO CONSOLE MYSELF WITH TACOS.

Maybe one day I’ll run a different marathon, but my hometown marathon still means so much to me, and I’m going to go the charity route this year. Running has given so much back to me; I’m going to use running to give back to the community. I have a charity in mind (and backups!), I’m just waiting for confirmation.

OKAY. WHO DID GET IN? AND WHO ELSE WASTED TOO MUCH TIME REFRESHING TODAY, ONLY TO BE LET DOWN?b

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Acceptance

I’ve been thinking a lot about self-acceptance lately.

When I was in Puerto Rico with my girlfriends a few weeks ago, I looked in the mirror one day and thought “oof, you look like you’re in your 30s.”

Well, guess what? I am in my 30s. 

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I see no reason not to throw a gratuitous Jillian MIchaels shot in here.

As I tried on my Rent the Runway dress the other night, I was kind of in between sizes and not crazy about how either looked. I went to try on this dress:

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And it wouldn’t zip up the last few inches.

I was bummed.

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I thought my face and body looked puffy.

But whether they did or they didn’t, I was determined to not let how I felt ruin my evening. I accepted that I probably haven’t been making the best dietary choices and resolved to move on. I was eating really well at that time. I’d just started a new job and while I was still trying to figure out my workouts, I was so on point with my eating.

If I’m being honest with myself, I could probably stand to lose about 10 pounds right now. Not getting on the scale since before Christmas hasn’t worked for me. Personally, to maintain weight loss, I need to see that number. While the scale definitely doesn’t tell the whole story, it doesn’t lie either.

In Puerto Rico, I felt bloated and gross the whole time, and I wanted to wear the biggest, loosest clothing I had with me.

That’s not me. I don’t want to hide. (This is also the sentiment that sparked my weight loss six years ago.) 

I’m accepting where I am right now, the choices I’ve made, and I’m moving on. To lots of kale. 

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