Word of the Year Review: Physical Revive
Revive—As we reach that finish line called 2015, I thought I’d take this week and summarize what I learned this year through the word God gave as the theme:
Revive.
I chewed on this word a lot and I never anticipated the journey it took me on. I thought today I’d share how revive affected me physically.
[tweetthis]Revive had several meanings for me. Alive again. Rejuvenate. Awareness.[/tweetthis]
I think as far as physical things and revive in my life, I think awareness is the best description.
I became VERY aware that I am middle aged. Honestly, I probably passed that mark, but I’ve always struggled with endocrine issues. Metabolism has never been my friend. I have that body type that looks like a lab created apple.
And this year I was aware I’m not losing weight. In fact, it became even easier to gain.
That’s a tough one for me. When I gain weight, it affects my confidence and makes it easier for my knees to dislocate. Not fun. I spent time Googling everything from supplements to lap band surgery. Like any other American, I love that quick fix.
- As I already know the word or words for 2016, I take with me this awareness.
I also celebrate small victories.
- Fitbit was an investment into being aware.
There were other aspects to revive and physical points.
- I returned to my roots. Brunette, that is. The red felt too washed out and brassy. When I go brown, my natural red highlights pop, anyway.
- I ditched my contacts. I am so vain. When you add the weight gain to the picture, wearing glasses was not an easy choice for me. It was another blow for my confidence. However, I ran to Zenni.com and found two sassy pairs that cost less than what one pair would have had the eye doctor. I’ve received so many compliments on them. One pair lost the nose pad but I still have no regrets. Another way I rested this year was playing with the virtual try on page with all kinds of frames. My former eye doctor insisted I didn’t need new contacts despite the dry eyes and pain I was in. It got so bad I couldn’t put contacts in. A year later, I still don’t feel ready to.
