Many years ago, I was 300+ pounds, and trying to walk a 3 mile walk. It took nearly 2 hours, and by the time I finished everyone had gone home, the finish line was done, and I was left alone crying because my feet were caked in blisters. I vowed never to forget that day. This morning I laced up my shoes and pushed myself out the door. I was starting to feel tired, and my body hurt, and … and… and… it struck me. My brain was giving me excuses to quit. My body was working hard, and getting the job done, and my brain was quitting.
In that moment, I realized something. It is all about me. It’s about the effort I put in to everything I do. It’s the pushing myself to go a little harder, a little further. It’s the choices I make, the bite I take. I am the only one who controls whether or not I eat something, I get up an exercise, or I make excuses.
Today I ran 2.5 miles… and I feel great!
It’s all about me. My strength, my determination, my willingness to push myself.
Is it selfish to be your best? No, it’s a gift to yourself. It’s about respect and love.
I love myself enough not to let my brain quit before it’s time. I love myself enough to make healthy food choices. I deserve the best I can be.
I am not selfish, but it really is all about me.