As I was out doing my walk/run pushing my 3 yo in the jogger yesterday, I thought about how happy I felt. How good it felt to spend one on one time with her, and to set a good example for her. For the rest of the day I felt good about myself, strong and confident.
I realized yesterday during that run that being happy is not about a magic number on the scale. So I went into my closet and pulled out all of the clothes that don’t fit me. Clothes that will probably never ever fit me again – I’m ok with that.
This morning I loaded all of those old clothes into my van and brought them to the Salvation Army. Doing that made me feel free! I feel like this:
After years of searching I think I’ve finally gotten it and have reached my “happy” place. Exercising, eating “right” and drinking water – they’re not a means towards a magic scale number – they themselves are the happiness. And this is why this year my goals do not include the scale – they’re all things that make me happy and the path towards them also makes me happy.
Do your goals make you happy? What about your plan to reach those goals? Does what you need to do in order to get your goal make you happy? If not you may need to re-evaluate your goals and your plan.
Hit me up in the comments and let me know what you think.