I wake up and I weigh.
Then I measure and I eat.
I hit the gym and count my steps –
I live by this spreadsheet.
What if there is more to life
Than trackers, and calories to crunch?
What if wellness means I’m balanced –
Content in my skin and I truly enjoy lunch?
What if carbs were my friend
Because I could stop at just enough
To propel me to play and dance and jump
Instead of to stuff and stuff?
What if there was no thought of a scale
And the gym was my happy place…
If I took off my Fitbit and ran in the grass,
Like a child with the sun on my face?
What if I could see food as fuel
And breakfast as my engine’s spark?
Eat meals and snacks that sustain me strong –
Full of energy until dark?
What if at dark the hustle ended
And I didn’t turn on the comparison screen?
What if I curled up in bed with a book
Content without snacks or a bubbly drink?
What if I could bypass the fads and ads
No longer hungry for a new hack?
Hungry instead for wholeness:
An appetite to pursue the peace I’ve lacked.
What if I just major on the majors?
Less sugar. More water. Solid meals.
Bump up the veggies and movement.
Get accountability. Note how I feel.
What if the mirror was just for flyaway hairs
And for quick peeks to check my teeth?
Not about lumps and bumps and perfecting.
What if it showed me what’s underneath?
What if it reflected deep down under it all
The true, beautiful mess of me?
And I traded pretend perfection for wellness:
Good enough to be who I’m meant to be!
I choose grace, authenticity and balance
As the keywords of my life.
Hustling and winning have their place,
But letting them enslave me just brings strife.
More than an image or calorie calculator –
I have a grander purpose to carry out!
I simply need to be the best version of me:
Imperfect, energetic and strong throughout.
