Do you ever read one of my posts and get shivers because you can relate so intensely to the exact situation I’m going through or emotion I am feeling?
I love coming across those posts. It’s like you experienced the exact same thing that the author of the blog is describing.
Yesterday I read a post from Clare that I could relate so incredibly much to that it was like she took the words right out of my mouth. Her post was about the changes she experienced during her last week at home recently and I could relate so much to her words because I myself experienced many of the same changes she did when I visited home just this past weekend.
I’m always really excited to visit my parents in Saskatchewan. Living 30 hours away from them isn’t easy, but when it is time to visit them throughout the year, I usually become very stressed despite my amount of excitement.
Not this time, though. This time things were very different.
Some of the changes I noticed were:
- Weeks before the actual visit, my boyfriend and I couldn’t stop talking about our mini vacation to my parents house. We were both ecstatic. It was all we talked about before leaving. Usually, I wouldn’t have been nearly this excited. I would have thought such a quick trip (we were only at my parents’ house for two full days) more of a nuisance than anything.
- I enjoyed the days of travel. In the past, I hated the five hour plane ride and three hour layover, but this time I didn’t mind it at all. It didn’t bother me nor did it stress me out. I took both days of travel (Friday and Monday) as days off from working out and I still didn’t feel the need to walk laps around the airport because I had been “sitting all day.” Instead, I relaxed and enjoyed every moment.
- I didn’t stress about going to the gym while I was at home. This used to be a big one for me. I always had to by a guest pass to a gym in the city, but not this time. This time I didn’t schedule my holiday around the gym and when I had to workout. My boyfriend and I did a GPP workout in my parents’ basement on Saturday morning, but then I took the rest of the time I was there off from working out. This would have never happened in the past. I wouldn’t have done a workout in my parents’ basement. I always felt that I “needed” a gym.
- I didn’t stress about meals. Over the course of the weekend, we went to the beach, barbecued lunch on the shore, ate out at a restaurant, and hosted a few family dinners and not once did I stress about if there was going to be food available for me to eat. I ate what was served and thoroughly enjoyed every morsel. At times I even ate way beyond the point of being comfortably full just because my Dad’s cooking was so damn good
- I didn’t argue with my parents. Even though I do consider both of my parents to be my best friends, we still have our arguments, but not this time. We didn’t argue once. Usually an argument will brew up when trying to plan a day because I used to be so persistent on when and what I ate as well as when and where I worked out, but, yet again, those two things were not an issue this time. When visiting my parents this time, things were stress free and there was no reason for arguments to begin.
- I walked around the beach with confidence while wearing my bikini. I walked along the entire beach and throughout the campground in my bikini. I usually am not confident enough to do this and always cover up my upper body with a t-shirt, but not this time. I was proud of my body, the weight I’ve gained, as well as the confidence, and loved that I could walk around the beach with just a bikini on.
And that’s exactly how it should be.
Here’s to enjoying more good times and progress!
Have you noticed progress in yourself lately? In what ways?