This Christmas I haven’t sent out cards. I am not caught in the three-days-before-Christmas Day hustle. It’s been a year full of surprises, not all good. It has changed my wishes, however, for the better. I don’t have any real material wants this year.
I do have wishes for you however.
I wish you peace with your body.
I wish you freedom from thinking about food.
I wish you the belief you have strength to do anything you need to do.
I wish you someone to share your joys and sorrows with. If even for a little while. The right someone for a short time is better than the wrong one forever.
I wish you extreme self care every day all year.
I wish you the physical health and energy to live life fully doing the things that make you joyous with the people you want to share them with.
That, is fitness.
Fitness is not the shape of your back side, the size of your waistband, or the ability to go sleeveless.
It’s not perfection. It’s not for a few minutes. It’s not something you’ll work so hard for then be so fearful you’ll lose it that you can’t enjoy it.
Don’t confuse fitness with exercise and dieting.
It’s easy to get caught up in end results such that all you can think about is exercise, what you eat, what you don’t eat. When anything takes over your life it isn’t healthy, well, or fit to live with.
Find yourself and your joy and you’ll find fitness. Or, potentially, it will find you.
Happiest of Holidays.
I’ll be here Flipping 50 for you in 2017 when you’re ready for the beauty and energy that starts within.
Debra
