This past Saturday, we decided to head up to Mount Mitchell to do some hiking. Mt. Mitchell is the highest point in the US east of the Mississippi River. The idea of hiking through it’s trails was a bit daunting, but my daughter, Juliana wanted to go on a picnic and spend some time outdoors. I wanted to try something new, so I agreed to the adventure.
Juliana was driving, Robby was in the front seat beside her and I was in the back relaxing with Juliana’s friend, Claire. Somehow, we started talking about being afraid to try new things. I shared that I was always afraid to try new things until I lost my weight. A lot of that has to do with confidence another part of it has to do with fear of failure and how others will perceive you if you do not succeed.
My best advice to the girls was to always try. Even if you failed, at least you can take pride in knowing that you were brave enough to make the effort and you can live life without regrets.
I shared how I wanted to try out for the rifle team in high school, but that I never did because I didn’t feel that I would make it. I thought I was too chubby and not popular enough. I told the girls that I will never know if I would have made the team because I never made the effort to try. In my opinion if you try and ‘fail,’ it’s not really a failure. It’s a setback. You work harder and try again OR you can opt out knowing that you did your best and that was enough for you.
I think about how I started my weight loss journey. It all began with my willingness to try. I agreed to give it 30 days. If within those 30 days I lost weight, BONUS! If I didn’t lose weight, then at least I know I made a solid effort and I’d be able to put it to rest and accept myself as an overweight woman and finally be happy. Either way, I was going to be okay.
We eventually arrived at Mount Mitchell and had a lovely, healthy lunch at the peak. We then climbed to the observatory at the very top of the mountain. There were moments when I was panting and I thought that my heart was going to burst out of my chest, but I kept going. I remembered a time about 10 years back when I unsuccessfully attempted to climb a peak that was similar to Mount Mitchell. I was very heavy and in terrible shape. I didn’t try hard enough to get up the slope and I chose to sit it out. I remember sitting on the bench, waiting for my family to come back down beating myself up for not having the ability to get to the top, like ‘everyone else’ and for not having the resolve to try harder to get there. I missed the view and the excitement of the moment. There was no way I was missing out on this one.
When we got to the top, the wind blew through my veins and stirred my soul. I looked over the side and the beauty around me was breathtaking.
I was on top of the world.
Bee healthy. Bee happy.