Two years. I’ve gone from a Marathon Skinny Mini to an Olympic Lifting Beef Castle.
It’s amazing to go back and look at the progress I’ve made, but I never would have truly noticed unless someone had stolen the previous photo and posted it on some tattoo blog.
I’m forever beating myself up, pushing myself, telling myself that I am not working hard enough and this was definitely a bit of a wake up call to be more gentle with myself. I’ve already come so far, and I need small victories to stand out more than my failures sometimes. I can’t expect everything to happen for me quickly. I can clean more than I weighed in the previous photo of me. I can bench more than I weighed in the previous photo.
I’ve had an insane amount of obstacles thrown at me in the past two-three years and have always overcome. I’ve always laid on that battlefield, exhausted but victorious. I’ve always gotten back up and I’ll continue to do so regardless of what the obstacle is.
I’m relentless even at my weakest and that is exactly why I am where I am right now. But, I need to learn the virtue of patience.
Strengthen the mind and the body will follow.