Lately I have been hearing a slew of negative comments from women regarding the diets and lifestyles of other women. Comments like oh, can you believe she eats vegetarian or no carbs or no alcohol? Or she’s a gluten free vegetarian!

I stop and think to myself…so what??? So what if you know someone who eats no carbs and a boat load of protein or a vegetarian who eats gluten free. Bottom line is, they are not you! Therefore, who cares if they eat or live a lifestyle that is different from your own. What really matters is that it works for them.

I think I have mentioned on a handful of previous posts about the importance of doing what works for you. And that works for fitness, diet, lifestyle and anything else of importance to you. It HAS to work for you. Everyone else can shove it! 😉

I know this first hand being married to a triathlete and ironman with everyone always asking me if I too live the ironman life. My response, quite bluntly, is always HELL NO!!! I still have my screws in tight! 🙂 But even in that response I catch myself criticizing others for what works for them. Like you can’t be sane and race ironman 😉 And jokes aside, I know I give my husband a hard time sometimes, because of how much he gives of himself to something I seemingly do not understand, but that’s his choice. He chooses what works for him and I choose to support that, ss he supports me in my journey to health, fitness and general well-being.

So I guess my take away here today is to take a look at yourself and admit if you’ve been overly critical to people in your life, simply because they do things that are not in alignment with what you believe or do, and decide to start supporting them today. And be thankful that we live in and time and place where we are able to do exactly what works for us, free of judgement!

Stop Criticizing, Start Supporting!

And a little inspiration to guide you. In the perfect words of Marlo Thomas:

For a land where the river runs free
For a land through the green country
For a land to a shining sea
For a land where the horses run free
And you and me are free to be you and me

Every boy in this land grows to be his own man
In this land, every girl grows to be her own woman
Take my hand, come with me where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we’ll run