The routine I’d thought I’d established for myself here hasn’t been working out so hot. I’ve been staying up late and sleeping in. I’m doing a lot, but not accomplishing much. I have several projects that I’ve started, but haven’t finished anything for several days. This bugs me.
But life is still very, very good and I am still very, very lucky.
And lest I ever forget that, the Internet provides some perspective:
That’s a video of Haitians reading #firstworldproblems tweets, and it is a powerful reminder that we – all of us lucky enough to have access to a computer and the Internet – wake up every single day luckier than most.
Now, I can’t personally count heated seats among my blessings, but I have other reasons to be grateful.
I registered to vote this week. I had to go to the state liquor store (swear to God) and pick up a voter registration form. Then I had to walk to a post office, buy two stamps (one for mine and Jared’s registration) and stick the forms in the mail. It took me damn near a week to find the 30 minutes to accomplish this task, because Pennsylvania doesn’t allow voter registration online. I think they should, but I am grateful that I have the right to vote and the time to get registered.
I decided last summer that I was done dieting. Forever. I was calling a truce in my war with food and resolving to eat what I wanted when I wanted. Flash forward a few months: I eat fairly healthy overall – thanks in no small part to Jared’s grocery shopping and cooking – but I don’t think twice about indulging in popcorn during a movie or ice cream after dinner. We almost never eat meat at home, thanks in part to a challenge posed by a couple virtual friends, but we eat out quite a bit.
I have not been exercising regularly. By that I mean that I don’t schedule workouts into my day. I do yoga when I can – which isn’t as much as I’d like to – but I don’t workout like my husband does. I do not, however, use our car very often. Our urban location lets me walk almost everywhere. Occasionally I ride my bike, but the hills in this town scare the shit out of me and I’ve had to get off and push more than once; I prefer walking to the humiliation of pushing.
Despite this blase approach to my health, my weight is a non-issue for the first time in my life. In fact, I put on a pair of pants this week that I couldn’t button two months ago, and they fit just fine.
I am so grateful to be living a life after diets. I’m grateful to have access to healthy foods and to have the resources to eat whatever I want. I’m grateful to live in an area that is safe for walking. Healthy living is an easy choice for me and my family; I know not all mothers can say that.
These are just a couple of reasons my life is good.
What makes your life good?
I take the time to highlight what made me happy each week because gratitude is the root of all happiness. I encourage you to develop your own gratitude practice; I wholeheartedly believe it will change your life.