Once upon a time there was a recovering chunky-butt named Kirsten who decided she wanted to work in a gym-o-awesomeness and surround herself with healthy, fit-minded peeps. As part of her indoctrination into the land of IFAST-dom, she was awarded an assessment that verified her strengths and weaknesses as a dormant athlete. She quickly proved herself to have the dexterity of a Weeble-Wobble. They sent their noble and optimistic warrior, Sir Jae, to feverishly train Kirsten in the art of Anti-Humpty-Dump-tery. This is her story…
A few years back, I upgraded husbands and married a man who makes me feel beautiful and celebrated on many levels. I feel ever-so blessed to have a guy who perfectly craves my imperfect body. That said, I know that part of the reason that he loves my body is because *I* love my body. Even when I weighed 296 pounds, I never let my size get in the way of me getting my groove on. But it’s like I told my first husband when we were arguing about the existence of God:
Let’s pretend you’re right. Let’s say there is absolutely no God; it’s all one helluva fairy tale like Cinderella or Jack and his Jolly Green Giant’s beanstalk. If at the end of my life, my faith has inspired me to make stronger, better choices, filled with integrity and compassion, what is the big freaktastic deal?
My point is, this premise is EXACTLY why we should be wearing a big ol’ fuzzy grand marshal hat in our personal “Yay Me” parades. What different choices would you make in your day-to-day life if you woke up one morning and abracadabra, you were suddenly the smartest, sexiest, leanest, strongest, most successful, unstoppable peep in town? I say, make those choices anyway! Then, if at the end your life, we find out that you’re some putrid oozing pile of worthless goo? So. What. If you filled your cup-o-life with better choices, inspired by empowering confidence and faith in yourself? No harm. No foul.
Oscar Wilde once said, “To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance.” May we all be in the mood for love.
Living happily ever after,
LAST POST’S GOALS:
- Hit the store and all else required to maintain my status of She Who Plans Her Meals and Is a Food-Logging Ninja. GRADE: A-
- Conditioning on my off-days. GRADE: B+
THIS POST’S GOALS:
- Weigh no more than twice a week and break my habit as a scale-hootchie
- Sleep a minimum of 6 hours a night
While I was training on Wednesday, Jae was adding reps and weights like an unmedicated madman. I told him I was going to have a t-shirt made that said, “I’d Rather Be At My Desk.” He suggested we try to figure out how to transform my workspace into one of those wacky treadmill desks. Careful what you wish for…
- People are actually reading my posts! Thank you for the great feedback in the gym and online.
Kirsten’s Corner is a weekly blog post written by Kirsten Shaw to document her health-fit journey. It is intended to offer humor and inspiration and should not be misconstrued as medical advice or the opinions of IFAST.