“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt
The saying goes that there is nothing certain except death and taxes. I’d like to add something to that. Nothing is certain except death, taxes and choices. We face them every day. Sometimes they’re easy to make, sometimes they’re hard, and sometimes they down right suck. I usually loathe making choices. I’m always certain I’ve made the wrong one and usually agonize about making them for longer than necessary.
I’ve been very proud of myself lately. I’ve been taking my choices in stride; knowing that each choice comes with their own set of consequences, both good and bad. I can choose to eat this or that. I can choose to work out or not. I can choose to get worked up or calm the f*** down.
Today was my non-gym day. With no kids at home the husband and I ordered out…Chinese. These types of decisions usually stress me out. What should I eat? What is the healthiest? Is there even a point or should I go all out and say “screw it”? I know you’re dying to know what I got, but technically, it’s irrelevant. I made the choice, owned the choice, and in no way regretted the choice.
About an hour later I had a hankering to go to the gym. I don’t know why, but I’ve learned when the mood strikes, own it or you’ll regret it later. I convinced an awesome friend to join me (Hi Jane!) and was so happy I decided to go. I ran faster than I did on Monday and while I only burned 350 calories, that’s 350 calories more than I would burn sitting on my ass and watching TV (or writing this blog post).
I’m not only proud of the choices I have been making lately, but more proud of the fact that I am owning them. What I am learning to do is make the best choice I can for me. If I go to the gym, that’s a choice I made. If I eat a cookie, that’s a choice I make (because sometimes you just need a damn cookie).
And really, doing what I know to be my best I can is all I can ask of me. And I’m pretty proud of that.
Plus, it doesn’t hurt that today I realized I can now bend over and touch not just my toes but the FLOOR without bending my knees. That, in itself, is an awesome victory…no matter what choice I made today.
And really, we all know, personal victories; the ones that only matter to us, are the best!