Thursday, August 30, 2012
I've messed up, but what exactly does that mean?
For the past two weeks, I've been hiding from the world, too ashamed to ask for help. While I was thinking about the things that I've done to myself to try to loose weight, I realized that I was focusing on all of the negative things that I've done. Yes, I have stuck my finger down my throat more than once. Yes, I had that piece of cake. Yes, I skipped a day of exercise.
What I've done is inexcusable, but it's also ok. I need to accept that I am going to screw up every now and then. If I focus on every bad thing that I have done, I will never have the motivation to get out of bed in the morning. Beating myself up isn't going to change my behavior. So instead of saying how horrible it is that I slipped up, I'm going to embrace every time that I am less than perfect, because those times are when I am the most amazing person that I can be.
No, I will never be a ballet dancer again, but I can still wow everyone on the dance floor. No, I haven't followed my diet to the letter this past week, but my boyfriend laughed like a hyena when I dropped my ice cream down my shirt.
I'm ok with being imperfect.