I'm having one of those days... One of those where I don't have much motivation at all. But it is Motivational Monday (officially renamed that in this house thanks to Pink Oddy) so like it or not I had to try. It works see?!
This week is a little difference as physically I won't be doing anything but mentally and emotionally there will be a lot going on.
I need to stop giving myself a hard time. I am my own worst critic. I always look in the mirror and think "argh!" because I 'look fat' or I can see too many greys, I blame myself for anything and everything that goes wrong, I don't accept compliments. EVER. The list goes on.
This week I read this fabulous post (seriously, read it and take note) and for the first time in my life I really thought about myself and my self image. I have often said things like "I don't care what size I am anymore" but actually I do.
The difference this week is this: As I commented on that post I realised something. The people I love the most are my husband and my children and they love me exactly as I am. No matter what my size (and I have been everything from a 4 to 16), they don't care if my hair is brown, red, black or brown & white (thanks lil Mr). They tell me I am beautiful if I am dressed up for a special occasion but they also tell me I am beautiful when I am in pjs and have crazy bed hair.
If they love me just as I am, whatever that state is, what else matters?
Why should I check the mirror 5 times before I go out, each time criticising myself for looking chubby or having fluffy hair, when my Son tells me I am "very prettyful", my daughter says "me and mummy are beautiful girls" and my husband tells me I'm gorgeous 50 times a day.
I guess what I'm saying is they are the most important people in my life and they see me in the way I want them to see everyone - for the person they are inside. They love ME, not my size or hair do. I need to start loving myself as me. Yes I want to lose weight but I can love myself as I am in the mean time, I can worry I'm not smart enough to hold conversation with acquaintances but will start accepting that if they have chosen to talk to me they are interested in what I have to say. And I won't hide behind my handbag/ child/ husband when visiting old friends through worry of them snickering behind my back, because they are my friends and love ME.
My goal for the week, and every one after, is to stop being so hard on myself . Look at myself as I look at others, how people who matter look at me, the way I want my children to see themselves.