I try and give you guys a good and honest picture of what my life is like through my blog. But I will admit, everything you read is relatively positive because, well, I like to try and be positive. Showing you all the good in my life is my way of documenting the good for myself and reminding me of all the positives in my days. It’s really easy for me to get down in the dumps and to be hard on myself so having an outlet (this blog) to share all the good helps me to keep smiling.
But I am aware that my life presented to you in ribbons and strings might make some of you believe that my life is perfect and flawless in some way. Heads up: it’s not at all.
The reason why this post is coming atcha is because today, I am guilty of blogger envy. Whenever I feel off track with healthy eating and exercise or my routine in general, I gravitate toward the blogger world and kind of obsess over the various lives I follow. Then I proceed to think things like, “if she can do that, why can’t you,” or “you need to be better- you need to be more like that.” I continue this cycle of jealousy, frustration, and anger for an hour or so until I can’t take it anymore. I know its bad and totally unhealthy but it happens (and it makes me feel like crap).
SO I just want to put this out there- please don’t compare your life to mine or think that if you could only just live the way I do, eat the way I do, move the way I do, etc. that all your problems will go away. First of all- I have so many problems of my own and things don’t always run so smooth in my world. Second, while I love being a source of inspiration for people- you should use my words and life only as just that- inspiration. Use what I say and do as a base, as somewhere to start, or as things to try and see if they work for you.
I don’t want my blog to be the source of any body image negativity for any of my followers. The thought makes me sad. Everyone is different and the grass is always greener. Jealousy sucks- so join me on my never ending quest to love thyself. Do what’s best for YOU, take one day at a time, don’t assume everyone else is happy/perfect, and make decisions that will make YOU and your body happy.
Alright. Now that I got all that out of my system, I bring you Christmas joy and cheer!
This is the lobby to my apartment building. It’s the building’s way of saying, hey, Allison- smile- it’s the month before Christmas!
As part of my trying not stress and doing things that make me happy plan, I opted out of going to spin yesterday to instead try ice skating for the first time with my friend Nick.
I didn’t take any pictures, but here is a picture of what the rink is like during the day time. It’s at the National Gallery of Art downtown.
Guys. I have no idea how to ice skate. Literally no clue. Thank God Nick was there to help me- he’s a pro. I barely knew how to put on my skates.
In a terrified manner I walked onto the ice and tried to move. I WAS SO SCARED TO FALL. After a couple laps around holding on to the side railing for dear life and moving at a snail’s pace (and listening to advice from Nick)- I did get better! I wouldn’t call what I was doing skating per se… but I was moving forward slightly without using anything but my body to balance myself. So there’s that.
Here’s another picture of the rink I found. We went at night so it did look more like this- just add some people and music.
Being the perfectionist I am, all I wanted to do was to be able to skate fast and know what I was doing on the ice. I had to keep reminding myself- you have to start somewhere. The whole time I probably looked unhappy but I wasn’t at all. I was just determined to learn this new skill. Unfortunately my feet don’t last long out in the cold and I couldn’t practice as much as I wanted to BUT I am making a promise to myself to keep trying ice skating and potentially be able to skate skate skate 🙂
It was such a weird feeling to do something so outside of what my body is used to doing. I’m still not sure if my brain understand the concept of how you’re supposed to skate forward (I felt like an idiot most of the time I spent on the rink). My legs and feet didn’t know what was going on. I’m hoping next time I go that it will be a) warmer and b) more natural feeling out on the ice.
When I got home- I was exhausted. Apparently I was more tired than I thought because I slept through my alarm for work this morning and was two hours late. Thank God my boss is understanding. He was more so worried something had happened to me.
After a day of feeling slightly off, I made sure I went to the gym. I knew I would benefit from some movement. Though to be completely honest- all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and watch a movie. Instead I tried a new thing at the gym- ZUMBA.
I think it’s crazy I haven’t tried this yet. It’s probably because I know I’m the worst dancer. Every girl says that. I mean it. Seeing myself dance in the mirror is almost cringe worthy <<shudder>> But I decided that pushing myself outside my comfort zone is a good thing. And looking like a fool in front of other people might help me not be so uptight. So Zumba happened.
I felt slightly awkward in my own skin but overall it was a good experience. Not as much of a workout as I would have liked- but hey- dancing around was a better decision that staying home and doing nothing. I found myself smiling a lot and feeling really positive/upbeat (which I reallllllly needed). Mission accomplished.
PLUS the best part about me going was finally getting to meet Sara, the author of the blog Magia e Pasta! We’ve been talking online through twitter and our blogs (she found me because we go to the same gym!) and she just so happened to be in zumba tonight! I creepily realized this as we were dancing during class so I introduced myself when the class was over. Hooray for in person friendships!
We laughed because although we had never met, we knew so much about each others lives because of our blogs. I really did feel like I was meeting someone I was already friends with- so bizarre. She assured me that not all the zumba classes are as chill as that one. She tells me there is another instructor who totally kicks your butt. Perhaps I will tread those waters some day.
Sara and I are both going to body pump tomorrow night. Suh-weet! Having a buddy around or two at the gym can really help hold you accountable for showing up to workouts you planned. Plus, they make life more fun 🙂
Anyway. I’m so overtired. You would think me sleeping in accidentally today would mean a more well rested Allison. Nope. I am wiped out. I should probably take what happened this morning as a hint to go to bed early tonight.
And with that, I bid you all adieu.
Keep smiling and keep trying new things xoxo