I’m trying to find success even in my perceived failures. This is what I posted in a FB group I belong to:
And the responses were somewhat surprising.
Look at the successes. You’re eating clean. You’re making your calories. You’re in the midst of chaos and confusion and stress and you’re still eating clean and planning ahead.
I love to work out. I love the feeling after I’ve spent 1/2 hour to an hour or more pushing my body to its limits. I love the endorphin high. I love feeling stronger and watching my body scuplt and shape itself into something tighter and more toned.
I miss working out. But at 6am, I can’t drag myself out of bed. So I see that as failure.
I have been eating 100% clean for the past 2 days.
I have been getting a healthy amount of sleep lately.
I have cut out coffee (I drink it with coffee crack aka flavoured creamer) for the past 3 days.
I’m drinking at least 8 glasses of water a day.
I’m spending my evenings in a lovely clean house, snuggling my boys.
I am succeeding at changing my life. THANK YOU to the ladies in my group… THANK YOU for reminding me that just because I can’t do EVERYTHING that I want to – I’m still succeeding – I’m not a failure.