When they STOP mentioning it

(This post is a contribution to the society series, created by @lowfatkat of lowfatkatherine.com and @colorhungry of colorhungry.wordpress.com)
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“Wow, Kels! You look great!”
“Aw, um, wow. Thanks, I guess, It’s nothing. I mean, thank you, but, well, you know.”
“No really! You look awesome, you can really tell you’re slimming down!”
“Well, thank you very much.”
Instantly, I am glowing inside! Beaming with excitement. My butt DOES look smaller in these jeans than it did last month! I could probably wear a smaller shirt size now, if I decided to go shopping! I feel good, whole, worthwhile!
Girls who are questing for fitness, or a smaller dress size, or their first bikini are fueled by these words. We crave the compliments, and secretly (or not so secretly) love the attention that supportive friends and family give us, in order to encourage us on our journey.
The active healthy living/exercise/food blogging community stands as proof that women are working and losing in healthy ways all over the globe. We’re speaking out, and sharing our experiences with the world in a very public way. We experience ups and downs in a cycle of, oh-gosh-I-can’t-post-this —> I posted it! —-> Wow, they’re all supportive and wonderful!—-> I feel affirmed… then we start all over again.
We work and sweat, toiling and burning, toning and learning, shedding pound after pound. In the beginning, most people fill the role we need them to. They comment and support, and fuel our journey.
Eventually, however, we all reach that place where either the weight comes off more slowly, or we’re happy with our weight and stop trying to lose. Inevitably, however, at some point, the overt praise STOPS.
Our society supports this notion of external praise and affirmation. We’re taught as little girls to primp and enjoy the applause at dance recitals, we run home with eager eyes and show off our report cards. We turn statements into questions, raising our inflection at the end of declarative sentences, to make them sound like questions incase the people around us don’t agree.
The desire to be accepted, noticed, and recognized is so deeply imbedded in me some, that at times, it threatens to strangle the joy out of every effort. I felt so pretty today, but no one even noticed. I guess I looked just like I always do…
It seems like society loves to commend people who are losing great amounts of weight (biggest loser, anyone?) but if you’ve just got 10 or 15 lbs to lose, or if you’re increasing muscle tone, or going from running 3 miles to 5 miles, you simply can’t expect for the public in general to throw laurels at your feet.
So, what happens when they stop noticing? When the pounds stop melting off in great numbers, and you’re just living in your healthy skin, people may not notice that extra half an inch in your waist band. If they can’t tell that your cankles aren’t as cankle-y, where does the praise and motivation come from? Obviously, it has to come from within. It is for that very reason that we, as healthy living advocates, must work twice as hard in order to not only conquer our healthy living milestones, but also simultaneously motivate/encourage ourselves to continue the work. If we can stop looking for outside approval and acceptance, and turn inward to realize own merit, think of what could be accomplished!
I am keeping three things in mind, to help me look inward for love and acceptance FIRST. I hope they will help you to love and appreciate yourself in all ways.
1. FIND it in others – Go out of your way to find the beauty, strength, efforts in others. Shower them with love and support. DOUSE them with praise and affirmation as often as you can. In my experience, that much love comes back to you, either in words, actions, good feelings, or self reflection. Finding those small, often unnoticed victories in other people helps us to see those same small glorious lights in our own lives. Essentially, practice makes perfect, and love breeds love.
2. FIND a routine – Every time I think about myself, think about my body, start/complete a workout, or look in the mirror, I try to say one of those things that would make me smile if a friend/coworker said it instead. The cheesier, the better, cause then I just end up laughing, and increasing my joy in two ways. Systematically works best, I’ve found. Either at the onset and completion of every workout, or each morning and night, scheduling it in my day, ensures that it isn’t left behind. Complimenting and encouraging myself is part of my daily routine.
3. FIND the hidden truth – Look for victories that no one else COULD celebrate. Triumphs that exist and are measured only in your own mind. No one else knows that it is the third day in a row you’ve not called yourself ugly, or the first time you’ve liked the way you look in your underwear. Those moments are yours, and only yours. Celebrate them, as you would any other joy, but keep it for your own. Special and personal, the praise you provide yourself for feats unspoken.
Do you have any tips for abandoning the need for societal acceptance? Leave ‘em in the comments.
Thanks for reading. Love yourself.
Be Kind To Yourself, Kelsey
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keeping it real (no, really.)

Okay… here’s the deal.
This is hard. Blogging is DIFFICULT for me sometimes… not because I don’t like writing, not because I don’t enjoy expressing myself, but because I get scared.
I get scared of being honest.
I get scared of putting my feelings out for the world to see.
I get scared of being thought foolish, or lazy, or false.
I get scared of what you’ll think of me…
I get scared that you’ll have no opinion at all.
One of my goals for 2010 is to care a whole lot less about what everyone thinks of me. To not measure myself against anyone else… to not measure my value in blog comments or @replies, or emails.
But I find myself sensoring myself, and leaving out details and information… experiences I’m going through, for fear of your reaction (or lack of reaction).
So, I’m going to take a page from heather and mish, (two girls who are so refreshingly candid that it makes me write posts like this) and work on being more honest with you, because, let’s face it. You’re my friends… my family… my accountability. If I can’t be honest with you, then I’m almost certainly not being honest with myself.
That being said, I need to come clean about something (probably several somethings, but one day at a time!
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I’ve been pretty quiet about my participation in the Dallas Rock n Roll half marathon.

In December, I went for an amazing 4 mile run. I felt strong and steady… like I could run for days. The following morning, I could barely walk. I brushed it off, rested for a few weeks, got on our dtreadmill and blundered through about half a mile before quitting due to pain. Two mondays ago, I got on again, and managed to run 30 seconds before literally falling off in tears.
I vistited the podiatrist, who confirmed that I have a case of plantar fasciitis and peroneal tendonitis. She’s told me that I won’t be running for a couple of weeks for sure, until my follow up appointment next week where we’ll “see where things are”. I still experience pain daily (hourly?) and I’ve got to keep it real. Even if she decides that the PF is better by March, I will CERTAINLY not be running 13 miles comfortably, not to mention that as someone recovering from PF, the idea of running/walking for 3 hours is, at this point, NOT recommended by my doctor.

I’ve cried, trust me.
But can you believe that my tears were because I would have to tell YOU? Cause I don’t want you, (many of you, strangers) to think that I’m weak, or quitting, or making excuses.
Girls like caitlin, for example, just seem to LAUGH in the face of injury… (Is she tougher than me? Is she made of stronger stuff than I?)
So, with a heavy heart, I have to be honest with you, and with myself. The 2010 Rock n Roll half is just NOT a healthy endeavor for me.
UGGHHHHHHHHHH.
I just have to be smart, and I have to stay healthy, and I have to get well so that I can run until I’m 90 years old, and part of that is making good decisions. There are a bajillion of other halfs, and when I’m well, I know that I’ll take one on. I know that it will happen, but I have to listen to my body and my doctor.
I’ve worried that I’m letting you all down. I’ve worried that you’ll feel like I haven’t earned your respect… that I’m not hardcore enough.
(I’m sure you won’t believe this, but there are girls, more than I ever expected, who have told me that I have inspired them. That I’ve encouraged them to be better, reach higher, work harder. And I’ve worried that I don’t deserve that admiration. That I don’t deserve to be in a position of influence, of guidance, of leadership.)
But, this is a passing of a torch. A closing of a chapter.
I just can’t care so much what you think, and I can’t wait on baited breath for your approval, and I can’t cry over your disappointment.
I’ve got to stop being so hard on myself, and start loving and nurturing my efforts and progress instead…
So, there it is. Time to click “publish”
xo
Back to Bidness

Well, I definitely enjoyed that little blog hiatus, but I suppose its time to get back to it. After all, If I have to go back to work, I might as well get back to writing too.
I hope you all had fantastic holidays, and are getting in to the swing of a new year.
In keeping with the blog-o-sphere’s obsession with the new year, I guess I should drop my two cents in and say that I don’t “DO” resolutions. Last year, I went so far as to call them “anti-resolutions”… I’m good with goals though… that is a good thing, I think.
I certainly don’t like the pressure of listing all I will accomplish for the year at one time, my goals and desires (not to mention interests) change with the seasons, and I don’t want to box myself in, or set myself up for disappointment should I change my mind.
However, I’ve thought of some things that I’m totally committed to doing, and other things that might be cool, if I still feel like it when the time comes.
in 2010, I’m committed to making these things happen…
- I will STOP defining myself and measuring myself by the opinions of others (perhaps the greatest flaw in my character)
- I will be a loving, attentive, and passionate wife
- I will sing in a public and professional setting (aka, NOT bloody karaoke-though I love it)
- I will be cast in a stage production (make me a chorus girl, I don’t care)
- I will dig deep into my yoga practice, because it brings deep and abounding joy and peace to my life
- I will finish a half marathon (if my plantar fasciitis will ease up, and I can run it, that would be great)
- I will find beauty in myself, and stop being so critical when I look in the mirror
- I will maintain my healthy weight, and continue to be active and eat right.
- I never want my weight to TOUCH 150 again. I weigh 144 right now, and have weighed 143~145 since October. Lower would be cool though.
in 2010, I’d be stoked if these things came to pass, but I won’t get my panties in a bunch if they don’t…
- I’d like to blog 5 times a week
- I’d like to try a sprint distance triathlon
- I’d like to cut back on some of the crap I still eat (I’m a sucker for wine and cookies)
- I’d like to run a race in a place away from home
- I’d like to see the ocean again
- I’d like to get cast as a featured role in a stage production (I don’t mind if it’s small, but I’d love if my character had a name that I didn’t just make up… aka, villager #3)
I suppose that is it…
You guys are awesome.
Have a happy Wednesday.
A Few Good Runs

Hey gang! Just a quick post tonight to talk about two recent runs that made me VERY happy.
1) On Thursday I’d been on day 3 of a GRUMPY streak and I was NOT feeling a workout at all… but then, the SUN came out…
oh…
And we needed bread.
Luckily, the grocery store is a super speedy 1 mile (almost exactly to the hundredth of a mile!) from our front door, and I figured a 2 mile jaunt would do me some good.
It was cold, but I bundled up ready to run.
About .25 into my run, I began to wonder how I was going to get that bread home… cradle the bag like a baby? Stuff it into my jacket? Swing the grocery sack at my side like a crazy person??
I was in and out of the store in about 2 minutes, and knew what I had to do, BREAD PAPOOSE!!
My bundle of joy and I were home lickity split, and I also set a new mile PR with my speediest mile yet, 9:55!
2) This afternoon (Sunday), I set out for a 4 mile run… I was a little anxious, cause it is the longest distance I’d attempted in a while, but I know that out and backs are my preferred method, so I planned a great 2 mile jaunt along a fairly busy street.
I felt like I was just in a zone… a true runner’s high. While I was driving past the cars on the road, I was actively and honestly GRINNING from ear to ear… I mean a huge KELSEY smile (and if you know me, you know that is a pretty huge smile) and I ended up running a great pace, and very strong and steady 4 miles. I finished in 44:12 for an 11:02 pace, and walked for half a mile afterwards to cool down.
Now I’m happily chilling in my recovery socks.
Another thing that I learned on this evening’s run is that while out and backs are my favorite method, I always go past my half way point… like, if my nike+ or garmin says, “half way point” I always go past that, at least a quarter mile or so, so that when I get back, There is no doubt that I’ll be DONE when I get back to my starting point/home… Few things annoy me more than wanting to do a 3 mile run, and getting to my front door at 2.98 miles and having to lap the cul-de-sac!! ARGH.
Does anyone else do that?? Leave me a comment if that rings a bell!
You’ve also got a few hours left to enter my Dr. Kracker giveaway! Good luck!








