As I was mentally writing a post in my head about my Ã…”mum-tum Ã‚Â and how proud I am of it, I realised that I had already written a very similar post last year. As we approach pool and swimming season (I ‘m attending my first triathlon open water swim clinic with the Ontario Women’s Triathlon tonight!), I realise that I still feel the same about my body, and my fitness and health, so I thought that instead of writing another post, I would just share with you the post that I wrote last year by re-publishing it:
The other day my mom sent me (and whole pile of my extended family members) a picture of myself in a bikini that was taken at my daughter’s 7th birthday party. In the picture you can clearly see that the bikini I was wearing was about one size too small (I’ll save ya the details). Now I’m not upset or anything, because this has led to some self-reflection in a good way. You see the old, much younger me probably wouldn’t have made the connection that the bikini was too small, and probably not the right style for me. No – The old me probably would have internally criticised herself for being “fat” and probably would have been mortified that: “OMG – other people saw that picture!“.
Since ditching the scale 18 months ago, a funny little thing has happened to me, and to my fitness philosophy. Something that I never ever thought was possible:
I’ve stopped caring what I look like.
I don’t care anymore whether I have a muffin top, what size my clothes are and whether the push-up bra I’m wearing gives the illusion of big beautiful breasts (in fact most days I go to work wearing my nursing bra).
Somewhere between January 2011, when I registered for several races to force me to “get my body back“, and now, I’ve learned that no amount of running, bodypump, spinning classes, yoga and Nike Training Club will get me a figure like Barbie:
Instead I now care about finishing times, fuelling my body for performance, how fast my splits are, whether or not I ran a negative split race, how much weight I can clean and press in bodypump, and how high of a load I can push on the spinning bike while maintaining my rpm.
My fitness philosophy has completely changed.
And you know what? I happen to think it’s probably for the better: I’m way more motivated to eat well because healthy foods help me recover from hard training runs better, and I’ve never ever been happier, or more comfortable in being me.
Question/Sharing: What’s your fitness philosophy? What keeps you motivated?