Over the last couple years, I’ve watched the number on the scale rise to levels I had previously only seen during pregnancy. At best, I’ve dabbled at working out. This week, when the scale hit a whole new number, I vowed to make a change. I’ve paid attention to what I’ve put in my body, and how much I’m ingesting. I’ve taken the dog, much to his chagrin, on longer walks, and I’ve made a more concerted effort to go to the gym.
While the weight was the wake up call, it’s not the ultimate motivation. I’ve been complaining for a while about my lethargy and the rut I’ve found myself in. I’ve noticed my clothes fitting differently. Usually the last person to pay attention to superficial, skin-level cues, I nonetheless have been unhappy with my shape and feeling less confident as a result.
Life is not about perfection. Life is about finding the point of discomfort and pushing forward, because that is the point of growth, of learning, and of betterment. Judaism, as well, is about the path. We are constantly striving to avoid inertia, physically and mentally. Never do we accept things simply as they’re written, but rather question, analyze, and explore texts for deeper meaning. I’m likely never going to be the most in shape girl with the buff body. I know myself well enough to know that it’s simply not me. But I need to be active and healthy, for myself and for my family. A little less squishy ;) And that’s where Judaism figures in. We have been provided this functioning body, we owe it to ourselves to treat it the best we can. It’s not about the vanity, or striving for what society currently deems “perfection”. We are tasked with living our best life, setting a good example for others, and teaching by doing, and that is my current path and goal.
I’ll check in once in a while to provide progress reports, and, honestly, have you keep me accountable and on track. Here is to a healthier me. If you have tips, comment below!!