And I didn’t get married today!
Growing up, I often heard the best day of a woman’s life was the day she got married.
- Brides were beautiful.
- Princesses dressed in gorgeous dresses.
- People gave gifts – and the bride got a husband!
After I got married, I started to worry.
- Was that it for me as a woman?
- If I didn’t have kids did I only get one best day of my life?
- It was rather depressing to think about.
Fast forward to a little over a month ago.
- I started to do Morning Pages. (I’ve never studied Julia Cameron; however know she is the concept creator.)
- Every morning I dumped whatever was in my head onto three pages.
- It was great way to release mind worms, worries and more.
After a while, I didn’t have as much of that stuff to write about.
- I didn’t want to turn it into a journal about what I did the day before.
- So I decided to write about my future.
- As if it already happened.
Every morning has become a leap into potential for me.
- After I do any dumping – yes, sometimes it’s still there.
- Or work through an issue that needs some attention.
- I totally enjoy raving about how wonderful my successes have been – even though I haven’t done them yet.
This practice has juiced my imagination.
- I can try on different scenarios.
- Claim all sorts of bold things for myself.
- And start my day on quite a high.
Last week, I started to end every morning page session with “This is the best day of my life!!!”
- I giggle every morning as I break the rule about weddings.
- And find myself looking for proof about how amazing my day is.
- Interestingly, I’ve been having some unexpected and fabulous experiences – sort of out of the blue.
Are my Morning Pages and my bold closing about the best day ever causing the bounty of joy coming my way?
- I have no idea.
- However, Mama didn’t raise a fool.
- I’m going to keep writing every morning just in case it is.
How do you make every day the best day of your life?
One of my goals for this year is to have more fun.
- It was a dusty value at the start of the year.
- Needed some major CPR.
- Now I’m trying to make sure almost everything I do has some fun to it.
Two weeks ago, I decided to go back to working out with my trainer Mollie.
- She is amazing.
- Makes me do things I never thought I could do.
I’ve been hedging on returning to training for a while.
- Getting back into shape takes a lot of energy.
- Did I really want to rebuild? (Oh, the pain!)
- Why was I doing it?
Mollie, bless her heart, stayed on top of me.
- Checking in periodically.
- Loving me as I am – no guilt allowed.
- Welcoming me back with open arms.
So I added Mollie to my weekly workout.
- I was already in belly dance class and having a blast.
- I worried training with Mollie would not be as invigorating – and I was right.
- I was exhausted in the first five minutes!!!
After my first session, I debated whether or not to keep training with Mollie.
- As much as I adored her, it was not fun.
- And it didn’t make sense why I was doing it.
- Yes, I need to be in better shape – big deal.
I kept seeing Mollie – and last week the fun frame was finally revealed!
- In belly dance class.
- Learning a new isolation move, I had no problem identifying my muscles.
- They already ached from seeing Mollie the day before.
In that moment, it seemed as though I just won the big jackpot in a Vegas casino!
- Lights were flashing in my head.
- Bells ringing and coins clanking!
- Yes! I found the frame to make weightlifting more fun for me right now.
On Friday, I told Mollie she was training me so I could be a better belly dancer.
- It made me giggle with glee to proclaim it to her.
- And Mollie, being such a pro, didn’t miss a beat and totally agreed.
- I am her first belly dance athlete!
Fascinatingly, since then, the pain after working out has been much less.
- I’m excited to see what I can do in the gym knowing it will make me dance better.
- As I watched myself dance in the mirror last night at class, I thought about how different I’ll look after a few more months with Mollie.
- Applying my fun frame to training made a huge difference for me.
What frames do you need to change in your life to make life more fun?
My six-month anniversary of eating allergy-free happened a few days ago – thought I’d do a little update.
As you may remember, once I got the allergens out of my system, my weight dropped very quickly.
- I lost 49 pounds in three months.
- I was melting like butter.
- And enjoying every minute of it!
Suddenly things slowed down.
- I wasn’t sure why for a month or two.
- Then I figured it out.
- I thought I had cured my food allergies and had added some of them back into my daily eating.
I once again cracked down on the allergens.
My weight started to move again.
So how much have I lost?
- I have no idea!
- I don’t really care.
- Plus my scale likes to play jokes on me saying I’m 300# – which I know I am absolutely NOT!
Did you catch one of the game-changers?
- I don’t care what I weigh any more.
- I’m eating healthy for me.
- My clothes keep gradually getting too big for me. (I’m down three sizes and about to step down a fourth.)
Another game-changer: I’m really happy.
- I zing with happiness every day.
- I had to get used to it at first – felt rather weird to almost be buzzing inside.
- Now I love it!
Not caring what I weigh (aka loving me more) and being happy is way beyond what I hoped for when I started this path six months ago!
- Everything else is gravy.
- And there’s a lot of everything else.
- For example, I’ve learned how to successfully travel without missing a beat of eating healthy for me!
What’s ahead for me?
- I’m continuing on my eating plan – it feels too good to jump ship.
- I’m adding movement back into my life in fun ways – with belly dancing classes and lifting weights.
- (I have a fantasy of running a 5K in a pink tutu this fall.)
A biggee for me: I’m going to stay focused on self-love.
- Focusing on self-care is opening so many unexpected doors in delightful ways.
- I’m kinder with myself.
- And less bound by old rules – which is totally fun!
Thank you for your continued love and support on my journey.
- I could not have done it without you.
- Or maybe I could have – but it would have been a lot less fun!
Onward and upward!