Pep Talks and Self-Encouragement.

 


I read recently that there is a good portion of the population that has no inner voice.  I find that weird in the sense that I ALWAYS have an inner voice prattling away sometimes positive, sometimes negative, but I assure you, it is there and it is consistent. 

  The Negative Voice  has done a wonderful job of letting me know I am not perfect.   It points out my every flaw, the blemishes, the love handles, the too-loud laugh, the stumbling of words when I’m nervous, and let us never forget the fact that the reason I have not succeeded is because I am just a backgrounder in the movie of life.  

The Positive Voice was quiet for a long time.   However, it has grown stronger with age and experience and , I daresay, a little bit of attitude.    Positive Voice is the one that is around more these days.  It lets me know its okay   my ducks are wandering all over the place instead of being all in a row .   Neat an orderly was never going to be on the horizon for me, it just wasn’t in my nature and I learned to accept that.  

Lately, Positive Voice has had to do a little overtime.   I’ve taken a more serious approach about my health and it is not what one would call, easy changes.   I love cheeseburgers and fries and greasy diners with pie and shakes and sodas and all things fried.   My body has started to rebel against my tastebuds.  It doesn’t care that I like those things,  it wants exercise and water and reasonable servings.   It wants sleep and has demanded earlier bedtimes and vitamin supplements.     Positive Voice has chimed in and has me downloading Trail apps on my phone, and food trackers and searching the best ways to reach a 10,000 steps a day goal when you work a sedentary 8-5 job.      

Negative Voice tries to butt in.   It teases me with memories of bad habits, focusing on the pleasures of them and blocking out the consequences.     Positive Voice takes over at that point, reminding me why I’m doing this.   It’s a chant over and over again in my head as I roughly shove that Negative Voice aside.  

I can do this.


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