I will never NOT share this. People ask me all the time when they see my pics, “How long did it take?”. And when I tell them, they always say “that’s too long. I want something faster”.
2 years. 2 years in which I struggled and failed and fell, and lost momentum. Two years of HARD ASS WORK. Two years of mostly noticing how far I still have to go, and losing sight of how far I had come. But here’s the kicker: 2 years WHICH WOULD HAVE PASSED ANYWAY.
The reality is, two years ago I made a series of decisions which led to where I am right now. I could have made different choices; easier choices. I could have stayed in my comfort zone and felt sorry for myself. I could have kept half-assing it with “magic” supplements and restrictive diets I couldn’t stick to. But 2 years ago I decided I was “sick and tired of being sick and tired”.
That girl I barely remember her, but I cry for her, almost daily. Her journey to the woman who is finally comfortable in her own skin has been long, and hard, and I wouldn’t trade ANY of it.
2 years. 2 years in which I struggled and failed and fell, and lost momentum. Two years of HARD ASS WORK. Two years of mostly noticing how far I still have to go, and losing sight of how far I had come. But here’s the kicker: 2 years WHICH WOULD HAVE PASSED ANYWAY.
The reality is, two years ago I made a series of decisions which led to where I am right now. I could have made different choices; easier choices. I could have stayed in my comfort zone and felt sorry for myself. I could have kept half-assing it with “magic” supplements and restrictive diets I couldn’t stick to. But 2 years ago I decided I was “sick and tired of being sick and tired”.
That girl I barely remember her, but I cry for her, almost daily. Her journey to the woman who is finally comfortable in her own skin has been long, and hard, and I wouldn’t trade ANY of it.
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