Hi, my name is Kristin and I’m a Heifer.
I wasn’t born a Heifer and I’m not always a Heifer. I like to take these roller coaster Heifer rides and have been on several throughout my life. My first Heifer ride was when I was about nine years old, again in my 20s with my firstborn calf, after my third calf, and I’m currently on another Heifer ride now. (Note: Heifer ride is an analogous term for getting fat. But y’all are smart. I’m stating this just in case.)
I know, I know, I know. Frequent Heifer rides are NOT good for your health: wears on your heart, your arteries, your back. Lawdy lawdy, the back. Did you know that most back problems are caused by inactivity and sitting at your desk? This next generation of Millenials is going to have a LOT of issues with humpbacks from staring down at their phones too much…but I digress.
I also know why I end up on Heifer rides. I lack fuckus. Diagnosed with ADD in my late 30s, I suddenly understood why I always had such a hard time sticking with ANYTHING and why new diets and workouts were SO AWESOME! South Beach, Atkins, Paleo, Four Hour Body – I became fluent in Dietese. Running, crossfit, hot yoga, Insanity, Tae-Bo (admit it – you did it too) – I was also willing to try anything. Shiny and new, I was all in until I wasn’t. I lacked the fuckus and longevity needed for long-term success. Lose 40 pounds eating no carbs and suddenly I have to eat an entire cake. By myself. In three days. So I really would get to a point where I didn’t give a f*ck anymore either. BTW, I cannot take credit for fuckus. Check out the Delicate Flower community on FB – Christine is freaking hilarious.
But I can take credit for getting to a point where I’m sick of the lack of balance. I can’t do all or nothing. I can’t change every single bad habit overnight and expect success. This is where I’m at right now – restoring balance to my universe. After a 20 pound weight gain in a year, I discovered an orange-sized, benign fibroid tumor in my uterus that was wreaking havoc on my hormones. One hysterectomy down, I’ve been getting back on the path to HEALTH. Eating good carbs when I want. Having a little treat now and then. Getting plenty of fruits and vegetables. Making sure I have adequate protein to help with my lack of fuckus. Getting out and moooooving. (See how I did that?)
What’s my point? I know I’m not alone. YOU’RE not alone. We need to help each other, not body shame and ridicule. I admire those that have the support and resources to hit the gym for 60 minutes every day – I am not one of those people and I accept that as part of this phase of my life. So I work with what I’ve got and I let my ability to be distracted by shiny things get me out and do something different every day. Keep on keeping on Heifers.
(Three pics attached from various stages over the last 10 years)