For the most part, I think that social media is a really useful tool. I love seeing what everyone is up to on Facebook. I can keep tabs on what friends and family are doing, even though we may not see each other very often. Instagram is a great place to post pictures. I love scrolling through and seeing smiling faces and pictures of yummy food. I like to post pictures, too, on both Instagram and Facebook of fun things I’m doing with my family, the healthy foods I’m eating, and the epic workouts I’m having. I like spreading positive messages; I enjoy the cute animal videos and funny running memes.
I find the people who post their drama on social media to be a bit annoying, especially those people who passively-aggressively speak to those they’re pissed at. Rather than confront them directly, they post something on Facebook that is supposed to be directed at the person they’re upset with, but they do it covertly, so really no one understands what the hell they’re talking about. And then there are all of the political posts. Scroll, scroll, scroll…..
So yeah, I prefer the positive, happy stuff that’s posted on social media. However, the problem with this is that I start to compare my life with others. You probably know what I’m talking about. You see that someone has gone on their billionth tropical vacation of the year and you think, “Why can’t I have that life?” or you see someone who has posted their before/after pics after being on a diet/exercise program and they look FANTASTIC and you ask yourself why don’t my after pics look like that???
It’s one thing to be inspired and motivated, it’s another when you start getting down on yourself because you don’t feel like you’re good enough because you’re comparing yourself to……well, to what?
If you look at my posts and think, “Wow, she’s so healthy and she’s really fit and she really seems to have her shit together”, it’s because that’s what I want you to think so that hopefully you’ll be motivated to want to do the same thing. I want to be able to inspire people to take better care of themselves, to eat more plants, and to exercise more.
And most of the time, I am eating healthy and I’m exercising and getting fit and seem to have my shit together.
But then there’s the stuff I don’t post about:
- Worrying about Kayla getting sick again. Every damn time she gets a fever or a stomachache, my heart sinks.
- Going through four pints of the new non-dairy Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in less than two weeks.
- Snapping at my husband because I’m cranky and I’m not really sure why I’m cranky – the weather? Being mad at myself for making bad food choices? Who knows, really?
- The damn scale and how it never seems to move, and how I wish I could stop worrying about it, but I don’t.
- Trying to sell our house and all of the things that come along with it, like busting my ass to make sure everything is in its place before a showing and then one of the cats decides to pee on the floor. Or something breaks and needs fixed and you feel like as much money as you’re spending on this old house, why are we moving again?
I figure that no one wants to read about that stuff, so instead I try to keep it positive and motivating. Which makes me realize that others are probably doing that, too. That probably others are having their bad moments, their share of frustrations and heartbreak, only they choose not to post about it, either. So really, I shouldn’t be comparing myself to them. I’m not walking in their shoes, I don’t know their life, maybe not the real one, anyway, so I just need to worry about what’s going on in my own life.