Yesterday, I blazed through every interval, every minute of cardio was as intense as it could possibly be. Today I'm tired. I slogged through my workout, but I did it. And the truth is, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what I feel like. I just have to do it, anyway.
Lately, I have become willing to do whatever I can do, to do as much as I can do in any given day, any given moment, to make this dream of mine a reality. Does that mean I've done everything perfectly? No way. I had a 1/2 bagel with cream cheese a week and a half ago that has wreaked absolute havoc on my skin. I'll be paying for that for a month, at least. I'm still at the same weight I was 18 months ago, thanks to how hard-headed I am with regard to loosening things up on the weekend. I could go on and on, listing the ways in which I am definitely NOT perfect. But what I am is honest. Honest with myself, and honest with the people who are kind enough to be part of my support team, holding me accountable on a daily basis. What that means is that at the end of the day, when I achieve my goals (which I will), it will have been in a way that I can honestly sustain for the long-term. I will have found a way that truly works for me, taking into account all my foibles and flaws. And really, that's all that I could ever ask for, because that's all that I can count on to work ... for good.