No one likes to admit when they have made mistakes, or could do better. There's always something to work harder at, something to fix, something to take care of. In fact being responsible for myself and my ideas is a pretty exhausting job.
The stress of growth is almost unbearable some days.
Running into problems in the bakery momentarily leaves me feeling like it would be better to give up and just feed us.
I think of all the people who don't get to enjoy good food because they have similar issues to mine, and I choose to stand back up and work through the growing pains of the bakery. Facing the new challenges head on with new understanding, and ideas.
I choose to take accountability for my mess and accept that it not only clutters my living space but my thinking space too. I also recognize that progress can not be made on projects, or anything else for that matter, while my mess looms.
Taking accountability for life's obstacles gives me the fuel to push through the pain of change and strive to be different tomorrow than I was today. By making commitments to myself to achieve my goals I can overcome the desire to procrastinate, and shape my world to be the world I want to live in.
Live Life to the fullest,
I don't know about you but I think the longest I've ever been able to hang onto a New Year's resolution is a few months. Where did that idea come from anyway? My imagination tells me it's from generations of guilty feelings stirred up by the New Years morning walk of shame. Regardless of where the tradition came from it's a great idea.
The concept of setting a goal and having a plan is a major win strategy for almost anything you want to achieve in life, and like many New Years resolutions, goals go unachieved unless you work for them. In fact New Years Resolutions are goals just with a fancy name that happen at a specific time of year when you can usually con other people into joining you in the the painful process of change.
Having got a jump on the my News Year's goals I can share with you a few things I've learned over the last month about why I have failed in the past.
Instead of assessing me and my body as an individual she pulled out a little wheel and asked me how tall I was. In fact ‘obese’ was the word she used with almost a puzzled look but stuck to her guns. If the wheel said I was obese I must be. The muscle I pack around, earned from a decade of massaging horses,wasn't worth anything to her nor was it worth anything to the dietitian she sent me to. If muscle burns more calories than fat, and weighs more than fat, then I felt this should have been a part of the assessment done by our fabulous health care system.
Pissed off and feeling little confused I set about dealing with my fat my own way, ignoring it and making excuses. This has worked for me for years because muscle does indeed burn more calories than fat and up until recently I've been using my muscle like crazy.
Body Fat. Most of us have it. We all need it, and not only if there is a sudden shortage of food and we have to burn our fat stores. We also need it to cushion and protect our organs and deeper tissues. Fat is there to protect us, to keep us warm, and help keep us healthy. This ridiculous idea that being super skinny is a good thing, is just as preposterous as considering a person with a large amount of excess body fat, to be healthy as well.
Hi, I'm Cyndi Bird, hobby homesteader, aspiring writer, amature photographer, art and craft enthousiast and wanna be cook.