For me, the obvious answer of what I am passionate about is my family and their success. As tiring as it is, I am always there to provide support to my husband and our four kids. To be honest, there are times where it is really difficult for me and I get a little selfish. For example, when my husband needs to write and I have had an emotional day and need attention. In the big picture, I want to provide my children with the knowledge and the tools they need to be successful in life. A part of that comes from instilling morals and ethics, to know right from wrong, to have compassion and understanding, to know that they are not perfect but to believe in themselves and always put forth their best effort, to be challenged to go that step further, and most importantly to know love and acceptance. My family is my number one passion, most definitely.
One night, while watching one of the videos with my husband, I had commented on how crazy it was and said, “I wish I could do that.”
His response, “Why can’t you?” sparked what would grow into a burning inferno.
Why couldn't I do that?
Sure, in that exact moment I would probably end up lying on the floor gasping for air like a fish out of water, but if I started to work towards that goal, I could do that.
So, I did. I worked every day. It was never easy, because if there was a day that was easy, I pushed harder before I was done.
The workouts I did were High Intensity Interval Training; better known as a HiiT. I tell ya, it was a HiiT! A HiiT of endorphin and sometimes exhaustion.
I was so proud of myself.
Then something changed. I was putting on weight. I was not getting smaller. The passion and the challenge started out with simply being able to complete a HiiT without killing myself. But then, I wanted to look like those women and I was moving in the wrong direction. I became obsessed. When I didn't see the results I wanted, I would get depressed and binge eat. Then I would get angry at myself because my body fat percentages would go up. It became a vicious circle; one that, soon enough, I could no longer control. So, I stopped it all. Well, not all. Food was still a comfort.
I miss my HiiTs. Sadly, I need to start at the beginning. That is really okay with me. I may or may not ever look like those women but I do need to be comfortable in my own skin. Right now I simply am not and it is affecting my life.
Through good times and bad, my true passion gets me through. Words. Whether it be creative writing, writing in my art journal, scrapbooking or even reading. I am passionate about words! I love to read and I love to write. If I can’t find something I want to read, I’ll write something I wish I could read.
And as for my passion… let’s just say that my husband and I have four beautiful children. My husband showers me with love and attention. I’m told that I’m spoiled. I believe that it’s ok to be spoiled if the one who loves you doesn't mind spoiling you. I will not comment about my sexual passions specifically. Those are private between me and my husband.
What are you passionate about?
© Rachel Rennie