I think June was maybe meant to test my determination, dedication, and resilience. So many things I have tried, have gone wrong. I have had to start over more days then I have had to just continue habits.
Then it hit me, fitness journey’s aren’t always going to be easy, or pretty, or pleasing. Sometimes they are gross, sweaty, sticky, bloody, & painful.
Sometimes you cruse through dropping lbs and crushing PR’s, sometimes you fail to do the thing, or eat the way, or sometimes you get injured.
When I think about it there isn’t one good thing in my life that I haven’t had to fight tooth and nail for. I have had to restart art 100’s times, change jobs loads of times, move cities loads of times, but every time I fought through the bullshit road blocks in my way I came out the other end, better/happier for it.
I will not let my brain win, I will not let it convince me that I don’t deserve health, cause it sure as hell is trying.
I’ve fallen down 7 times already, this is the part where I stand up 8