Little victories are heinously underrated if you ask me. Little victories are anything from flossing your teeth before bed to making all the phone calls you need to make on a Monday morning.
In the past, I’ve thrown in the towel on what I had called a “weight loss journey” because my goal didn’t make sense: I didn’t really want to lose weight, I wanted to change my body composition and look better. But when we’re comparing our progress against the wrong criteria, we can’t be successful.
I stood staring at him. What would I change? Would I go back in time and finish that degree? Would I get rid of the extra skin and the stretch marks on my stomach, the ones I often hide?
The less than idyllic truth is this: sometimes our dreams are bullshit.
Your life looks like so much fun, the message began. I’ve been following you for a while and I’m so jealous! I wish my life was like yours.