As part of the August Healthy Living/Fitness Blogger Writing Challenge, this is the twenty-second post in a month long series of posts.
Today’s post is to write a letter to your former self. I’ve decided to write a letter to 24 year old me (me 12 years ago).
Seriously, WTF were you thinking? Really, picking a “mate” because he looks hot in his work “fashions?” Picking someone based on how much he can bench press? How could you do that to the person you were with, a person who took care of you, a person who gave you everything you needed. Granted, there were times that were hard, but that is what relationships are. Get that through your head. You HAVE to WORK at it. You have to TRY. You have to compromise. You can’t just pack up and walk away because you aren’t getting what you want.
Now look what you’ve ended up with. You ended up with a partner who is verbally and definitely mentally and (could be) physically abusive, not to mention the unmentionable (but if you know me you know what I’m talking about, and if you don’t I’m embarrassed by it, ashamed of it to the point it sickens me.)
Now, think about the people in your you care about; your parents, your sister, your BFF. Now look what you’ve done by picking this partner. You don’t even want to know what will happen at a future Thanksgiving dinner, trust me. You are smarter than this. You are BETTER than this. Smarten the F up.
Don’t make that date on St. Patrick’s Day. Go home like you were planning to and have a quiet night in. Really. Trust me.
Now, while we are talking about trust, remember once you see that low number on the scare, you have to WORK to keep it off. You have to work out. You have to watch what you stuff in your gob. You can’t just go back to your old eating habits. It will not make you happy. Seriously. Don’t screw this up, throw caution to the wind, and eat everything. You can maintain the 85 lbs weight loss. You can do this. Start running and keep with it. Trust me. You’ll be so much happier.
Now, let’s talk about money. Stop spending it. SAVE IT. Trust me. You’ll need it when you go back to get your Master’s degree.
Now, when you get this M.Ed, get to work, be a professional, and get a good job. You can do this. Fight for what you want. Fight for what you believe in. Get the references you need, and if you can’t find out why. Otherwise, 8 years later, you’ll be sitting writing a letter to yourself wondering why the teacher’s you worked with couldn’t write you a reference letter, but give you an A for the class.
TL;DR: Basically Cindy, believe in yourself, save your money, don’t date jerks, eat well and work out. Love yourself. Be happy. Hug your mum every time you see her and tell her you love her every day. Time is shorter than you think.