I regularly share with my clients that happiness isn’t on the other side of losing weight. It doesn’t lie beyond those 8 kilograms, it doesn’t surface because you said no to cake and it isn’t wrapped up in fitting back into your jeans.
I worked with a client a few years ago who continually shared with me her desire to lose 12 kilos. This number surfaced in multiple appointments and hung over her head like a target. I queried it; to be told that this was where she felt her body wanted to be. We worked slowly, implemented loving change and months later, we reached her goal. She sat opposite me, solemnly. ‘Before I was fat and sad, now I am just sad; just sad in smaller jeans’.
It won’t fix your displeasure for yourself.
It won’t improve your relationships or instantly make you love your job.
This I can assure you; this I have observed time and time again.
It takes the small moments of quietly being with you. A hand on your heart, a slow breath, a small bite, a little lust, a belief that this is ok.
It takes ordering the muffin at the café and knowing that it’s a beautiful moment. It is right there within your robust period bleed, your exuberant amounts of energy and your fire that wont be dimmed. It’s the nourishment that comes from acceptance. The ease that is found in simply allowing.
Allowing the breakfast you so feel like. Allowing a croissant on a Sunday morning with your lover or an ice cream on a warm summers day. It’s within the understanding that food is food; chocolate is chocolate, broccoli is broccoli, salmon is salmon. Not good, nor bad, but neutral. Its recognising that everything has a place. You have a place. You have a place.
It demands you to be gentle. Kind. Loving. To take small steps and at the start, small bites. It recognises that joy is something we so deserve.
Daily.