I had been working out consistently for over 3 months including a diet overhaul. Drank more water, ate more greens, done more reps, ran longer, lifted heavier than I ever have and I STILL have cellulite, love handles, & not a small enough waistline. The scale even says I'm close to when I was 9 months preggo!
As I embark on the first day of the last 6 months as a 31 year old, I cannot help but to express gratitude for the progress I have made during the first 6. •
I've always strived for perfection even as little girl, & often times I'm left feeling like I'm not enough. I know that I'm a strong woman (not just physically) with enough grit and resolve for a few, however maintaining this iron "identity" is tiring and defeating. I've also come to realize it is also self-inflicted. •
I strive to no longer hide my truths, suppress my feelings, or downplay my achievements but instead, acknowledge and celebrate them, however small, on the way to becoming more of who I know I can be.
Perfection is an illusion.