FRIDAYYYYYY coming at ya!
Friday for me meant that I taught a packed Body Step class- love getting lots of first timers, I foam rolled, drank lots of water- yes another sweaty, sweltering Summer day (triple s). As well as..
Having Soup for lunch.
Minestrone soup with wholegrain pasta, tofu & chia seeds.
Yes I’m that crazy chick who still eats soup at ridiculously hot temperatures.
And moving onto a new book.
Of course it had to be Jodi Picoult again and this time mum convinced me that Perfect Match was the way to go. I just finished Nineteen minutes and whilst I still enjoyed it I didn’t quite enjoy the outcome and twist as I did with the Pact (my fav) and House Rules.
How was your Friday?
And now I’m going to be a rule breaker and go backtrack a little to my therapist appointment yesterday. Because I’m badass like that, plus I wanted a moment where I had plenty of time to write it all out.
In the hour we pretty much didn’t stop talking..or I didn’t stop talking, however you wanna see it. However the thing that probably hit me the hardest (like you know those moments where you’re like ‘gotta keep it together’) and that has managed to still linger today was about happiness and regrets.
He thinks that it is fantastic how dedicated I am to health and fitness etc but he is worried that my unhappiness with my current levels of health, fitness, appearance etc will cause nothing but regrets once I reach the end of my twenties. Apparently, the years I am enduring now (your teens + twenties) are the best years of your life, the highpoint so to speak. Without being all depressive and blunt he said that from your thirties onwards, in terms of health and fitness, it all goes downhill (I’m sure some of you out there would care to disagree, and I’d love to hear that!). I prefer not to see it like that but instead to portray it as more of an effort or struggle. We all know that at a certain age we can no longer eat whatever we want (however I’m still awe struck at when I went through this stage and hopeful that maybe it is still to come), we cannot exercise at the intensity we once use to and our bodies can’t rebound and repair like they could at their ripe young ages. Of course the varying degrees of this would alter according to health history, previous levels of exercise, current health etc etc (you get the drift).
Okay so I’m rambling- point of my story? He doesn’t want me spending my peak trying to be better out of fear that I’m not good enough, to then pass my peak and regret that I didn’t ‘live up’ those years. He placed a huge importance on happiness and how basically that’s the only thing that matters. But is it?
Being my cheeky and philosophical sense I posed a question to him- what if you have an obese, unhealthy person who claims they are happy (as they are)? (Is happiness all that matter then)
He then shot back- say you have an elite athlete at the peak of their career who is miserable, anxious, depression, suffers an eating disorder and struggles to get out of bed every morning.
I guess his main concern here for me is- what is the point of it all if you’re not happy with it*? He then went on explaining that even if I reached the best (not just mine, in general terms) and I was everything (in terms of body size, fitness etc) I hoped to be I either (a) wouldn’t realise it or (b) still wouldn’t be happy.
And this is where I get him. Happiness really is everything.
Do you think happiness is everything? Whatever your opinion I’d love to hear from both sides!
*Wanted to point out that I am in fact happy with my life and it is a huge step up from where I once was. However, I’m not 100% happy with my body and I’m still working on getting to that harmonious point.