I just had my 50th birthday. Still can’t quite believe I’ve lived for half a century! Anyhoo, off I bimbled to The Kettlebell Fitness Center on the day before my birthday for a workout. Nancy gave us a choice of different workouts to do that incorporated the number 50. I opted for 50 Turkish Get Ups. I did 50 Turkish Get Ups. Listen… I DID 50 TURKISH GET UPS!!!
You know what I thought half way through the workout? “I’m only using a 8kg/14lb/10lb bell. Nancy can do 58 with an 18kg bell…” Yep, that’s what I was thinking. Comparison sucks, people. It sucks the joy out of your accomplishments, whatever they may be. Fortunately, I whupped myself upside the head with a metaphorical 2 by 4 and came to my senses as I continued my birthday quest. This time last year, I was struggling with TGU’s and form. This year I DID 50…count them…FIFTY of the little blighters!
Comparison can be a good thing when you’re shopping for electronic gadgets, or prices, or food. But when you start comparing yourself to others and their achievements, just stop. My husband’s favourite historical person, Theodore Roosevelt wisely said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” Believe it.
As the mighty Prince once wrote, “Nothing Compares 2 U”. What you’ve accomplished, in strength, goals or in your eating habits, is not necessarily going to be the same as another’s accomplishments. What you’ve achieved over the past days, weeks, months, years is YOURS. Own it. Delight in it. Get your swagger on, because Prince is right – Nothing Compares 2 U.
So I’m not yet swinging a 24kg bell…but I’m swinging a 20 and I’m going to get there. Maybe I can’t do a proper push up yet…but I’m doing better than last week, and am going to achieve that too. And, perhaps I crashed and burned at the weekend with couple of my eating choices…but hey, today is a new day and I am making right choices today and I’ve come a long way since last year!
Before Dan and I got married, I told him “I don’t think I can cook.” I was single ‘til the age of 36 and never felt the need to cook proper meals for myself. My meals consisted of fish fingers (you call them fishsticks) on toast, or fish & chips or Chinese food from the take out place below my apartment and I made a fantastic proper British Bacon sarnie.
As I settled in to the role of Domestic Goddess, I found that I wasn’t half bad at cooking after all! I make an awesome beef & ale stew and chicken cacciatore. On Saturday, my poor husband had to deliver propane out in the snow and freezing cold all day. So, on Sunday afternoon, I decided to make Fresh Blueberry Crumble from Practical Paleo for him.
May I tell you what my husband asked me as he saw me making this? I quote, “What will you put in the blueberries to make them sweet?” Yes, my friends, you heard correctly. I whupped him upside the head with my busy metaphorical 2 by 4.
May I also proudly tell you that he LOVED my blueberry crumble. That it tasted just as good as non-Paleo blueberry crumble and that he wanted huge seconds.
As you dip your toes into cooking and eating Paleo, be aware that what you make may not come out looking like the perfect photographs in your cookbooks. And that’s OK. Your food may not taste exactly the same as your favourite junk food, but it will be delicious! Your meatballs may fall apart, you will make mistakes (ask me about my naan-bread). It may seem overwhelming at first, so keep it simple. But the main thing is, you started doing something good for yourself, which is a step further along the path to a healthier you.
Keep at it. Have fun with it. Be proud of what you have accomplished so far, and let’s see your swagger, because nothing compares to you!
I am available for tastings.