Stray Dog Revolution
I've been thinking a lot lately about posers: people that say they are one thing, but do another, that look the part but don't play it, people that, judging from their social media posts, seem to have it all figured out. People like me.
Yes, I'm guilty. Guilty of posing. Why? Because no one wants to follow someone on social media that isn't inspiring and inspiration comes from showing and talking about your successes, right? Here's how I grew my team and became a million dollar earner! Here's how I remained dedicated each and every day and ended up in a fitness competition. Here's how I look when I wake up, excited to face another glorious day!
This? Isn't real. It's the highlight reel. There's no behind the scenes. And I am as guilty as the next person for doing it.
My husband took this photo of me yesterday when I was having a breakdown: second guessing myself, having a crisis of confidence, feeling like I will never achieve my dream life because I'm the biggest loser that exists. And I have these moments pretty regularly. I sob for awhile. I talk it out. I sleep it off. And usually, by the next day, I feel better.
I was annoyed when he took it, but one of the reasons I was upset was because of my poserdom. I was feeling like a fraud, like I wasn't being completely real with people. Because what if people don't really want real? What if they just want the fantasy? They want the rags to riches story, in short. They don't want to hear about how difficult it is to go outside the mainstream and try something new. And fail over and over. And how hard it is to just keep going, believing in what's possible but knowing it might not ever happen.
But this morning I decided that I'm done pretending. From now on, what you see on my social media is what you get. Warts and all. So yeah, sometimes I'm immobilized by my fears and insecurities. Sometimes I don't wanna adult. Sometimes I want to just curl in a ball, covers over my head, and forget the world. Sometimes I want to give up. And right now, if I was being a poser, I'd tell you "but then I do __________ , go forth and conquer." Because I'd want to offer a solution that could help you crawl out of your own insecurities and face the day. Because that's what you'd want.
But I don't have a solution to this one. I honestly feel like it's just part of the process.
So here's how I really feel today: mildly better. I feel like I can get through today without too much difficulty. But I'm still debating quitting this whole Stray Dog thing. I feel like I'm not helping anyone, not making a difference in anyone's life, not helping people lead healthier lives, I don't even know what it really means to do that, and that I'm failing in my business because I just don't know how to speak in a way that inspires people and I don't know how to broadcast the awesome vision I have for my future team. I've done all the things I'm "supposed" to do, and yet I have made little progress.
I probably won't quit, because I'm stubborn. And I still like the discount. But I have no answers. And this? Is me being real.
I've been studying nutrition and healthy eating for over a decade. As the saying goes, food can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.