I am one of those really annoying people, although I (hopefully!) don’t be in your face about it all, that is very much a believer that if you want something bad enough, you’ll find a way. If not, you’ll find an excuse.
It is something I live by (mostly) and, let’s face it, we’re all pretty damned good at finding excuses for not doing shit. Or stuff. Or things.
Confronted as well all are with the billionty and seven “get in shape for summer” blah going on at the moment, and the word “guilt” working its way into advertising and marketing, and a whole heap of rhetoric going on about healthy weight, body image, fat acceptance and … well, a whole heap of stuff … it had me reflecting.
Remember this image that caused some uproar a while back?
It’s an image that sticks with me, not because I “should” get out an exercise more, but because it reminds met that we all have something we want to strive for. That we can go for it, or we can make excuses for why we’re not going for it … whatever that ‘it’ is.
When it comes to “the perfect body” or “being in shape” or all the rest of it, well … here’s my take on it …
Yes, I could make up all the excuses under the sun for not being trim and taught. For not having toned arms, and having loads of jiggly bits. And a belly that really needs to be covered up, because there’s a good chance that any light reflecting off it will cause blindness.
Having spent a decade of my life coaching people out of making excuses for not being active/eating nutritious foods, and having spend a considerably amount of time being coached, myself, out of making bullshit excuses for not going for what I want, I haven’t made an excuse for a long time. In relation to my body structure and fat content, I mean.
The crux of it is, for me, and no doubt for many others, is that having the body of the woman in the first picture is not something I strive for. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just not something that I particulary want.
For me. Personally. I don’t care if others do.
For me, I just have other things that I would prefer to be doing, and having that body is lower on my list of priorities. Or, not on my list at all. I really don’t want this taken the wrong way; I don’t want it to turn into some fit toned person hating thing, with stupid comments like “nothing better to do with her time” and all sorts of other hateful stuff I have heard.
Because this is something that means a lot to a lot of people. Because they want it. Because it makes them feel good. Because it is a goal they want to acheive. For some, it is the “more important thing”.
For me, it’s not. For me, there are other things. I cannot stress the “For me” enough.
The flipside of this is, I also have absolutely no desire, in fact, I have less of a desire, to look like this:
Do I have a problem with people carrying this much excess body fat? Nup. Could not give a fuck, to be honest.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I do give a fuck from the health and physical aspects, but if someone is genuinely, truly, honestly happy with their life, then, no I do not give a fuck. I give a massive fuck that they’re happy.
In essence, I do have something of great importance to me. And becuase it is so important to me, I do something about it.
I don’t care so much about acheiving the former, so I don’t do the things that I need to do to get me to that place. I could give you a whole bunch of excuses why I don’t want to, but that’s all they are. Bullshit excuses. The thing is, I have no drive or desire to go there, so I don’t.
However, in the case of the latter, I do have a strong drive to avoid getting to that place. Thus, I do the things that are needed to prevent me going there.
It’s the same with everything; if I want it bad enough, I’ll do it.
It’s the same with you. If you really badly want it, you’ll find a way. Whether this is the “perfect” body (which is such a subjective term, I think it should be banned), a bestselling novel, a thing that has to do with sewing or crochet or something, or something that involves lots of running or athelticy type thingies.
For most of us, the messages coming at us are really unclear. Seriously, how many of you say you want to “get fit”, and the image that is conjured up is akin to that first pic up there? How many of you could honetly say “I want that” and mean it? I mean really, honestly want to head for that spot?
Or do you just want to fit into your jeans, have more energy, and not give yourself a black eye when you run around like an idiot?
See the difference?
No, right now, I’m not happy with my “weight” – urk, hate that term. I’m not happy with the physical and physiological status of my body. I don’t like how bits of me jiggle, and how my jeans are too tight. I dont’ like that I have lost strength in my arms and legs, and in my core, and that I lose my breath quickly.
I can, honestly, blame the surgery I have on that; I was forced into a level of sedentariness that I highly dislike. I dislike it because I don’t like being sedentary, but also because I don’t like the impact it has on my body.
It is, however, not my excuse for doing nothing about it.
Tell me … are you making excuses? Or do you simply not know what you really, truly want?