“You’re so lucky”

Hi guys! Hope you’re all having a good week. Hurrah it’s Friday!

Right, I have a bit of a rant. OK, maybe rant is a bit strong. A reflection then.

You might have noticed I enjoy exercising (most of them time when it’s not stupidly early and I’m feeling grumpy). As much as sometimes I’d just rather have more sleep or sit on the sofa watching TV, I ultimately enjoy what exercise brings me. I love the rush of endorphins. I love the satisfaction of completing a challenging run or finally being able to hold a plank for three minutes. I love setting goals for myself and striving to complete them. I’m competitive with myself. And others. If I hear someone I know has run further than me I have a strong urge to race out the door to beat them.

I love feeling healthy and strong. Knowing that I could out-run a lot of people (who don’t exercise regularly) is a good feeling to me. Aesthetics aren’t everything I know, but I like the way I look because of exercising. Let’s be honest, I wouldn’t be over-weight if I didn’t exercise. But I wouldn’t feel as confident with myself.

I eat healthily as well. No I’m not on a diet. No I don’t stop myself eating certain food groups. Yes I do have preferences for certain foods and yes they’re highly likely to be on the healthier side of the scale. I have a massive appetite and eat a lot, but generally it’s mammoth salads and monster veg portions. That’s my thing. I think about food a lot. What’s for lunch? What’s for dinner? Do I have enough apples??

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So why do people feel the need to tell me “I’m so lucky”. When I reach for the a biscuit or a slice of cake people say to me, “Oh you’re so lucky. You’re so slim. You can eat anything”.

Hang on. Yes I can eat anything – anyone can pretty much eat anything. I just don’t eat anything all the time. That biscuit isn’t my fifth biscuit, it’s my first. I might go back for a second or third if I particularly enjoyed it, but I don’t do that every day.

Lucky? I like to think that luck has a small part to play in the way I am. Maybe it’s lucky that I have a small frame – genes? Maybe it’s lucky I have a tendency to enjoy fruit and veg. I’ll give you that.

But I put a lot of effort into being healthy. Every day. I love exercising but it’s tough. Mentally and physically. Consistently exercising every week and pushing yourself so you’re not just ‘ticking the box’. Just getting out of a warm bed earlier than you have to is tough!

I make sure I eat well. It’s so easy to eat rubbish. Cheap microwave meals ready in 2 minutes. Fast food restaurants on every corner. Buy one get one free. Now, don’t get me wrong. I eat rubbish too. Mainly sweets (pic ‘n’ mixes are my nemesis) and desserts. But I prepare and cook all my meals. Lunches are pre-packed in the morning or weekend. Dinners are made when I get in from work. I’m not talking crazily exciting meals with a hundred ingredients and hour long cooking times. Omelettes, stir fries, salads…I plan at the weekend the meals we’ll have, buy the food at the supermarket and then make the meals in the week. It does take effort and time to plan ahead but I think it’s important.Healthy foodThis isn’t luck. I’m pretty sure if I ate rubbish and didn’t exercise I wouldn’t look so slim. My hair probably wouldn’t look as shiny. My skin would break out in spots more often. Yes I can eat anything – I just choose not to. I smile and nod and looked flattered when people say I’m lucky. But inside I’m proud. Because I earned that biscuit.


 Does anyone else get annoyed at things like this? I just needed to shout about it!