As you may already know, I have thrown caution to the wind.
While trying to compete with an image of the perfect woman created by the media, I worked really hard to ‘have it all‘. No matter how hard I tried, how intensely I dieted, or how much care I gave my journey towards sculpting my dream body over the the past few years, I received less than stellar results. The harder I worked, the worse it got.
- Photoshop – 8,349,103
- Donloree – Big Fat ZERO
My intensity was pushed into overdrive and I earned myself a badge of OCD honor.
I could rant on and on for hours about the metabolic fiasco I created and the lack of support from the medical community whom are paid by my tax dollars, but I won’t because , well, I already have more times than I would care to admit.
After coming to the crossroads of living a healthy life and finding peace with myself or choosing to be fully obsessed and start on the path of disordered eating in an effort to create a body that society would approve of, I chose wisely.
- I chose to get my life back.
In regards to the desire to be magazine cover material, I can honestly say, ‘Who the heck cares?! I am living my life and healthier and happier than I have ever been before in my life.’
My washboard abs are ready for the long winter up here in the arctic, fully ensconced in a layer of subcutaneous fat.
In all seriousness, I am happier in my skin than I have been in over two decades.
The last time I threw on some clothes and ran out the door without assessing exactly what was wrong with my body was most likely when I was 13 years old. Somewhere along the way, I decided that in order to be successful, happy, and fulfilled I had to have a perfect body.
No one has a perfect body. No one.
I have found a rhythm of eating and training that keeps my adrenals from bottoming out on me and appropriately fuels me to live out my audacious life.
The elements of training, eating clean, drinking tons of water, and getting rest have been firmly woven into the fabric of my life, but I have picked off the pesky lint of self criticism, comparison, and waiting to do things until I am ‘beautiful enough‘.
I have been beautiful enough to be me since I arrived on the planet; same goes for you.
If there is one thing I wish I could go back and tell the quirky, self-assured, ready to take over the world 13 year old Donloree, it would be this:
You were made for a purpose on purpose. Don’t let other people’s self doubt and criticism steal your passion and purpose. The world is waiting and needs YOU to show up, not the shadow of someone else.
This is true for you too.
It took me nearly 20 years to figure it out, but now I finally have it.
I am taking great care of myself, but I have stopped caring.