I have been getting regular exercise like a good little cancer girl, and I am feeling my body starting to change. My muscles are more pronounced in my arms and legs and my clothes fit more loosely. I have more energy and no longer feel like a 90-year-old when I get up out of a chair. And you know what? Yesterday when I passed by a mirror I caught a glimpse of my face and, no joke, I may have actually seen the suggestion of a cheekbone. :-0 I know!
But when I stop and look square into that mirror, do I congratulate myself on a job well done? Hell no. Instead, I focus on the parts that are jiggly. What the heck?
Continuing to focus on the negative is a luxury I can no longer afford. Women have spent far too long dissecting their flaws and listing their faults - red dressed, Special K ladies, I'm talking to you. If there is one thing cancer has taught me it is life is short. It is beyond stupid to waste precious time beating yourself up. If you are making net gains in terms of accomplishment, why would you continue to focus on the work still to do? It's even stupider when you consider we have to keep this up for the long haul. I mean, would you work for an employer if she only ever told you what you were doing wrong? No? Then why the heck would my butt?
These days I am working hard, eating well and moving said butt. And if I want to fight a recurrence, I have to keep doing this every day for a very, very long time. Decades. So the last thing I should be doing is sending myself discouraging messages. Right?
So let's try this, "Good girl! Good me!" And if you're eating well and moving your butt, too, this is for you: "Good girl (or boy)! Good you!"
We are doing one heck of a job!