Standing on the mountain top.

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I’ve always had a beef with New Year’s.  Not the actual Eve or Day, exactly.  But all the other hoopla that surrounds it.  There’s that depressing song for starters. It’s so bittersweet. As if you’re supposed to reflect on the could have beens, instead of the thank God there was’s. And then the expectations. Oh, the expectations!

My normal new year routine is to go to the mall when the holidays die down and shop for bargains with the other 2 billion people out there looking for bargains.  I bundle up in a lightweight outfit (because lord knows the malls are steaming hot and between that and my menopause, I tend to sweat ) and fight the traffic and the weather and head out.

Because I usually get all kinds of nifty kitchen gadgets and candles and lotions from Clark and the kids, (which I LOVE!) I tend to veer towards the women’s clothing department.  Last year (and the year before that and the year before that) I learned a valuable lesson.

I went to the mall (surprise, surprise!).   I didn’t need anything, but of course that wasn’t the point. One of my favorite stores was having a “70% off everything in the store!” sale.  I shopped myself silly and avoiding the glare of other shoppers waiting in the dressing room line behind me,  I stepped in with loads of bargains piled high in my arms.

It wasn’t long before I realized that none of the clothes I chose, fit. I tried on a red dress two sizes too small and stared in the mirror.

Wow, my mom was right! Red really IS my color!! I guess it’s kind of tight, but, it’s still a great price.  I could wear this, Yeah! …Or maybe…maybe in May for Mother’s Day it’ll fit…

I closed my eyes.

Stop.  Just, Stop.

There’s some insistent force that tells us buying our goal weight outfit will make us feel better, when in fact all it does is make us feel like a pile of crumbled up rice cakes and diet seltzer.

I was 50-something years old, and there was a lesson I needed to finally take to heart.

Dress for the body you have today.

I carefully lined up the five tops, one dress, and two pairs of pants that didn’t fit. In another pile, I placed the one top and one dress that did. I took a deep breath and headed for the register. With only two items.

And yet, in 2016, I want to learn to finally and forever learn to live a healthy lifestyle.  I want to lose 20 pounds, instead of celebrating the thousand (this might be a slight exaggeration) I’ve already lost. In 2016, I want to celebrate all of the blessings I’ve been graced with in my life.  In 2016 I want to remember that beauty is skin deep and that it’s what’s inside that truly counts.

So I’ve got this fab idea! Maybe instead of focusing on our shortcomings in 2016, why not stand on the mountain top and send echos off into the distance that we are fabulous – Just.The.Way.We.Are.   Sound good?

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8 thoughts on “Standing on the mountain top.

  1. Yeah … I dread December and all the hyperbole. Somewhat recently retired and moved to a big city. It’s a different lifestyle, for sure. Your post is extremely relevant for women? It seems.

    Men too have their issues, when it comes to buying. The biggest seller at this time of year? Cars and trucks. My car is now 12 years old and I’m hoping for it to last another 12? I’ve babied it for that time and in general it still looks good. Once you get closer to that retirement many things will fall away, like unwanted snakeskin. I’ve always tried to be “real”. I hope it’s working?

    Self image, is always prevalent. There are different ways of clinging to that. They do not need to be compromised. Much, anyways. These last few days, I’ve been enthused with juicing. No not the body-building sort. Juicing fruits and veggies. Waiting for Amazon to deliver the machine. Then I realized … hey, it’s January. …go figure?

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  2. Amen, Sister! Love the body you’re born with and live in right now, today. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to eat well, be healthy and fit. I believe form follows thought, so thinking well of yourself will keep the good coming. 🙂

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