My body image is something that I struggled with starting in the 7th grade. College was extra hard and so were the years leading up to having Brooke. When I got pregnant I started to realize how incredible my body was for being able to have Brooke and that helped out my body image a lot, I was a lot kinder to myself.
Motherhood means that my day is revolved around Brooke which also means that I have less time to worry/think about myself. My priorities have definitely changed over the years and I am happy with the progress that I have made BUT there are still those days where I am hard on myself and I struggle (mostly during those hormonal times or when I am struggling with my divorce issues).
I went to a zumba class with my sister the other day and as I was looking in the mirror I started picking at things about myself (physically and other things about myself that were bugging me…). It lasted for about 3 minutes and then I just told myself to stop it. Luckily, over time I have started to realize that negative thoughts do NO GOOD… so why do it? Me sitting there thinking about what I don’t like about myself doesn’t help me or anyone else in my life so what is the point?! It really is such a waste of time if you think about it… we could be using our energy and brain power for so many better things. It is so damaging and it holds us back from a lot of great opportunities too!
I think that most of the time the first thoughts that pop into our heads are out of our control and they just kind of happen BUT… what we think about after those first thoughts are 100% our control. You can have a negative thought pop into your head and choose whether to think about something else or continue to dwell on those thoughts and make them worse and worse.
So, long story short… Let’s all work on our thoughts about ourselves together mmkay!?! Starting now.
And from our Monday night.
I don’t get to see Brooke today because I will be up in SLC for the entire day doing some work things so we went to our favorite places for our date last night.
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
I knew I was going to froyo later on with friends so I made sure to take Brooke to get her own cup too. Turns out she just wanted a cup of sprinkles.
At bedtime she left with my mom for their special sleepover party.
And I went to go play some intense toilet paper dodgeball. Not a bad idea.
On Sunday somebody said the word Yogurtland and Megan and I couldn’t get it out of our heads until we went.
And last but not least, I was forced to run through the sprinklers because it was the only way to get home… I am really sure you wanted to hear about that part of my evening.
Ever had body image issues? How do you overcome them?