This insane week finally drawing to a close means settling down long enough on a Saturday morning to put some thoughts down. Here’s three things that have been rolling around in my brain this week…
- This article caught my eye this week – it’s called “What if all I want is a mediocre life?” Well, good for you, author. But not for me. I am too lucky, too capable, too strong, and too intelligent to settle for mediocre. Stephanie over at Squat Rack Shenanigans is in an all female group on Facebook that I frequent, and her comment summed it up so well…
“I don’t identify with this in the least.
For me, the desire to be better, to leave an impact (however slight), to improve in some way, drives me to take on each day after the next. Complacency, for me, is the first step towards a backslide- a slippery slope. For me. Every day I wake up and I have a purpose and I am aware of it, I strive towards fulfilling it, and I am I satisfied if I feel I haven’t put my best effort towards it.
I have an able body and a knowledgeable mind, a loving heart and a desire to share these blessings however they can be of use to someone else. Of course this sounds conceited, “look at all I have to share with the world!” But that is not my intention. I have spent so much of my life learning, and continue to do so daily. There’s no reason not to share what I have learned to help others better themselves through knowledge. I am lucky enough to have had the opportunity to build a strong body that is capable of many things, and there is no reason not to use it for more than moving iron plates. I have the capacity to feel deeply, to love, and empathize and these are qualities wasted if kept to myself.
So I don’t find myself in any part of this. I’ve not yet encountered a limit to the things I can accomplish, so I’ve not yet found a reason to stop trying to improve myself, and I think that actively seeking these limitations and “accepting” them would cause me a lot of internal strife- I’m not sure I could find the drive to get up each morning without knowing there was some end goal for bettering myself in that period.”
I agree with her. So. Hard. Not because I’m some accomplished powerlifter/figure competitor (no seriously…have you checked out that blog yet?), but because my body is strong, my brain is powerful, and like she said, I’ve yet to find my own limits. Why would I stop when I know I have more to bring the world?
I work each week to help empower young, intelligent college aged women through my volunteer work, and I strive to break stereotypes every single day of what it means to be a young woman in business (and behind the wheel of cool cars). I’ve worked to get to a place of independence, and work every day to improve myself intellectually, professionally, and yes, through diet and exercise. I know that I come from a place of privilege, in that I have the option to even consider these things, and I think that’s incredibly relevant.
Be strong, be smart, be more than mediocre when you’re blessed with a place in this world that allows you to do so. There’s no reason to lower the standard for those that follow.
- Off the soapbox, back to the car: it’s not getting worked on this weekend, because there’s a big race here in town, and there’s a lot of working at the track going on instead. Related to the car, I’ve realized how very little I know about automotive wiring and electrical systems. It’s painful. I’m so used to being able to just educate myself when I don’t understand things, and I’m trying really hard to do that in this case, too, but there’s a long way to go. The boyfriend has been helping me to pick stuff up, but man….it’s a lot. It’s so very different from anything mechanical, and I have literally no base knowledge to work from. Wiring a car, to me, feels like trying to read Homer before you know the alphabet.
- I was up 2.4 pounds at my weigh in this morning, making my total loss 14.4.
I hate that so much. Usually, I’m super careful about how I eat on Fridays because my body is so sensitive to sodium intake. I’ve seen my weight fluctuate 6-8 pounds overnight because of it. Last night after work, one of my coworkers was playing music at a local burger place (LBOE here in Memphis, and if you’re curious, it was awesome), and after the week I’d had, I was happy to enjoy a burger, fries, and 2 delicious (Wiseacre Ananda) IPAs. I hadn’t had a beer in so long. It seemed worth it; it actually still does, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t mess with my psyche to not see a loss on the scale this morning…for the first time since I got back on Weight Watchers.
So, struggle fest internally there.
The worst part of it is that I’m usually SO motivated by my own losses, that it makes it really easy to fall off the wagon after a (likely to be gone next week and thensome) gain. So, this is the part where I have to remind myself that it’s the long game that counts, and Saturday morning weigh ins are just a piece of that puzzle.
- (Bonus thing) I’m going to see Justin Moore and Lee Brice play in Tupelo tonight, which should be a lot of fun! Somehow, when I bought the tickets, I thought Brantley Gilbert was playing with Justin Moore, so I surprised my boyfriend with the tickets. I maintain that’s what the site said when I bought them, but now that’s not the case. We’re still going to have a great time, but I’m now positive that I am the reason I can’t have nice things.
Any good plans for the weekend?