I’ve only dipped my toes into my story. Everyone has one, and I’m no exception. Today is a good day to share a little more with you.
I named my team “Fight For Fit” because every day is a fight for me. I’ve been fighting all my life for things. I’ll never stop fighting to be who and what I want to be. My stubborn streak is truly so much more than a mile long!
Fighting for me isn’t always about using fists. Mostly it’s words. Words from other people, but words from myself. Those words I tell myself on a daily, hourly basis are the substance of some of my biggest fights.
I fight negative thoughts every day. I fight for my self-esteem. That’s something I never had much of growing up, and I struggle with it now, but I know I’m worth more than I give myself credit for. My joy now comes in showing others how much they are worth to me.
I fight for my health. I struggle with early morning workouts and eating healthy. But I have to do it, I don’t want to end up shortening my life because I was lazy or undisciplined. It’s a choice we all are given, and I don’t want to waste this chance to make the rest of my life the best of my life. So I fight.
Yesterday at church we had a very interesting sermon about loss. I’ve lost a lot of people in my life, but haven’t we all? What makes my situation different from anyone else? What makes my situation or grief any more or less real?
I think it’s how we deal with it. Whether we take the loss and use it to force us onto a better path or let ourselves get pulled down a road that we would never have considered had it not been for the loss.
Losing my dad at a young age brought me down. Like, really down. I didn’t want to do anything. Not finish college, get married…. I was so depressed. But I made a decision to continue on a path I had already started. For better or worse, I fought for my future. I fought for my life.
Now, things aren’t perfect, but looking back I can see that because I pushed through and fought my way past the searing pain of that loss, I’ve been able to overcome a lot.
I’ve helped to raise two pretty awesome boys. I’ve helped a lot of my friends through a loss similar to my own. I’ve been a friend and help to many. I’m pretty proud of that.
Turning my loss into something good is all I can ask. I still fight through the pain of losing my dad. He’s always with me. But now I use that pain for good every chance I get. I see how strong I’ve become and know that it’s for a reason.
Maybe it’s to help you see how awesome you are as well. I fight every day. You can fight too. Fight what it is that hurts you. Fight your inner demons.
Fight FOR you. Never stop fighting.