Steppin Towards Self Kindness

I’m a results driven person. If A+B doesn’t equal C then I’m going to figure out why. And then I’m going to find a solution. Even if the solution is that there is no solution. Unlike the math problems I work through every day at el trabajo, and similarly, the linear way I sort through stuff in my personal life, my body has different plans. It isn’t controllable with an equation. It isn’t operating on my formulaic timeline.

Many people will tell you that weight loss is 70% diet, 20% fitness and 10% genetics. And I believe these people are 100% wrong. Because while weight loss does involve math to a great degree, I have experienced and witnessed something entirely different. I think a person’s history of diet and fitness is a piece of the pie often overlook. I believe that because I have an athletic background, and was a highly competitive athlete during a time of my life that my body was growing and developing, my body jumps back into gear quickly… when I let it do things on its terms.

This is evidenced by how quickly I’ve started shedding inches and pounds, while increasing calories and incorporating my beloved wine into the mix. 2 weeks ago I decided to stop freaking out about the things I can’t control and start focusing on the things I can. I started packing my meals and snacks for the day so I ensure only good things are going into my body — so much of a healthy diet involves good planning. I started eating more good fats. I added more variety to my workouts — Less running, more weight training. More cardio variety. In less than 2 weeks I am down over 3 pounds and have lost 2 inches overall since early July. When my trainer measured my fat percentage this morning, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I’m in the healthy fitness zone.

I’m stoked, but it really isn’t math or some magic formula that is helping me achieve my goals. It’s history. I was a hard core athlete for more years than I haven’t been and my body is used to being lean and muscular. I’m feeding it well and it is saying “thanks dude.”

So basically, I’m over freaking out. Absolutely done with it. Because my body will find the size it wants to be, and it will do it on its own timeline. I’m just helping it along by making (mostly) good choices.

Cheers to clean eating. And still enjoying wine.