Not surprisingly, in the weight-loss blogging universe, writers tend to ascribe most, if not all their problems to excess weight. And who am I to say whether they are correct or not? I just know (or hope I know) what applies to me.
I do, however, caution against choosing one "bugaboo" and hanging all our unhappiness on that one "problem"--and I admit to doing just that.
I'm going to admit that my thing is arthritis. I feel like arthritis is stopping me from achieving my physical potential.
I'm not trying to become a marathoner, but I'd love to become a fast 5K walker. I never, ever had a flat stomach. That's just heredity. But smoothing down the roundness would be nice. I'd never aim to bike several hundred kilometres per week but I'd enjoy getting on the stationary bike and doing 1/2 hour while watching TV. All this and more are beyond my abilities due to my orthopedic issues.
I don't belong to the "just suck it up and stop complaining school" either. My complaints are legitimate. (So too, no doubt, are yours, dear reader.) But maybe, just maybe, it's time for me to put my bugaboo in its place. This is who I am: handicapped, but not horribly so; overweight, but it could be much worse; trying my best and most importantly, learning to do it one minute at a time and with as much love and acceptance for myself as possible.
I don't want to let arthritis consume me. I want my days to be mostly focused on small successes and not large impossibilities.
I wish the same for you!
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