Just Human
I don't know exactly what it was, but it seems like when I turned 30 this year I automatically became less attractive, gained weight in unappealing areas and lost all of my energy. I don't think there's anything written in the medical journals that says turning 30 is a syndrome, but there has to be something to it.
Lately, its been an internal struggle for me. Each day I wake up knowing I should work out, sometimes I do actually exercise, most of the time I find an excuse as to why I should not: "It's cold", "My throat is scratchy", "My bed is way to comfortable too get out of right now." Those were all things I have said to myself within the last three days. Then, as the day drags on, I think to myself "why didn't I just make myself do it?" I sit at my desk during work and think, "ugh, I feel so fat and awful."
It's a vicious cycle, but then I read tonight that Elizabeth Edwards had died at age 61. She finally lost her 6 year battle with cancer but in the days leading up to her death she posted something amazing on her Facebook page for all of her supporters to read:
I have followed Elizabeth Edwards' story and thought it was a tragedy for someone so graceful and strong to lose such a horrific battle. Suddenly, my problems seem so miniscule and I feel horribly petty for lamenting about my own situation. That's the thing about life, it is always giving you a different perspective.
Even if I don't turn my current situation around, I still have my health and that is really all I can ask and maybe its okay for me to remember that I am just human.
Lately, its been an internal struggle for me. Each day I wake up knowing I should work out, sometimes I do actually exercise, most of the time I find an excuse as to why I should not: "It's cold", "My throat is scratchy", "My bed is way to comfortable too get out of right now." Those were all things I have said to myself within the last three days. Then, as the day drags on, I think to myself "why didn't I just make myself do it?" I sit at my desk during work and think, "ugh, I feel so fat and awful."
It's a vicious cycle, but then I read tonight that Elizabeth Edwards had died at age 61. She finally lost her 6 year battle with cancer but in the days leading up to her death she posted something amazing on her Facebook page for all of her supporters to read:
“The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered, we know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren’t able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It’s called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.”
I have followed Elizabeth Edwards' story and thought it was a tragedy for someone so graceful and strong to lose such a horrific battle. Suddenly, my problems seem so miniscule and I feel horribly petty for lamenting about my own situation. That's the thing about life, it is always giving you a different perspective.
Even if I don't turn my current situation around, I still have my health and that is really all I can ask and maybe its okay for me to remember that I am just human.
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