I'm mostly writing this to reassure myself, but also to show solidarity to others that may feel they have fallen short.
I wanted to lose 40lbs this year.
I lost 20 and that's ok.
I wanted to run a marathon this year.
I did not run my marathon and cried over the marathon participation package that I received in the mail anyways. And that's ok.
I wanted to do a headstand this year.
I can still barely do a modified dolphin pose and cried when I saw a friend of mine easily transition from headstand to handstand. And that's ok.
I signed up for "run the year" where you're challenged to run as many miles as the year (2,020 miles in for 2020).
I maybe made it to 1,000 and stopped tracking around September. And that's ok.
I have started and slipped on "cleaner, better" eating habits so many times this year. And that's ok.
I am still stuck in the 2-3wk cycle - where I stick to something for a few weeks and then slip before it's all lost and I have to start over again. I can blame COVID all I want, but I've been in this cycle for as long as I can remember.
I *have* to be OK with all of this. Otherwise I'll crumble and back track back to where I was this time last year.
This time last year I was 205lbs. I was drinking everyday. I was barely moving. I was suicidal. I was depressed beyond anything. And I was pushing everyone away. That's when I said I would run every time I wanted to drink. Didn't matter how far. I would just get up and move. I ran a lot those first two months of the year but I stopped running any semblance of regularly around September.
I haven't hit my goals. But I'm in a better place than I was.
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